It's Better This Way A Novel Novels & Stories

The book is a mini short novel with just 70 chapters but yeah, it was worth reading. [ Curious about the book Stella read? , Check out my book Titled, A CRUSH on Good novel, it has only seven chapters currently so..., * Wink * ] As I finished reading, I didn't feel bored again, I now felt better. Soon, A song titled only love By Jordan Smith Started playing. How many more are we gonna take? How many nights do we have to lie awake? How many tears are we gonna cry? We can wish until the well runs dry?

Thinking I'm sleeping but I'm not I'm just laying there with my eyes closed. I know I want them home all the time but they have work, I guess that's what happens when you marry the mafia kings. - - - A/n: This is the last chapter! Thank you to everyone who's read this book it means alot! It was the first story I ever wrote so thank you! <3

" It was fine, truly. Once Connor returned, I would sell the house and buy a new one. It did not concern me where Zach and Thalia would be living, since this was my house, after all. I entered my room, but to my horror, I realized that everything, down to the wallpaper and the furniture, had been changed. My previous bare walls were now painted a sickening shade of pink, and one glance around the room showed me that my belongings had been replaced by another woman's—Thalia's, of course. Zach explained, "Thalia is very particular about her surroundings. Your bed is more comfortable, and the lighting in your room is better, so I let her have this room instead.

As I thought about it now, I could only laugh at my own stupidity. Opening a food delivery app, I deliberately picked the restaurant with the lowest rating and ordered a few dishes. When it arrived, I dumped the food into containers and headed out. I wanted to see just how the proud, refined Madelyn played the role of a loving, virtuous mother. Standing before Jackson's door with my finger on the bell, I felt oddly detached. Jackson opened the door. He was in casual clothes, his face still wearing the look of satisfaction of someone who'd just had his fun.

Not the terrifying intensity underneath every joke that made my chest tighten whenever he got too quiet. But acknowledging it would mean acknowledging myself too. And I wasn't ready for that. So instead, I grabbed another tray of drinks and pretended my life wasn't slowly turning into a terrible decision wrapped in tension and stolen midnight fucks with a much younger man. "Lilith." I froze slightly. Oh fuck.

As expected typo grammatical, wrong spellings, grammatical errors, and whatsoever errors can be seen from this novel. I'll edit if I have some time, please respect. ➥ ceaeee_

But the lady ghost are a very bad class of wives. When they see an old boy, they are happy to run randomly. If they eats old boy's brain , the life span of the conifers increases. When Khokon's uncle remembered that, he started chanting Ram's name. I don't care which side of the river it is. The river is the favourite place of fish-eating wives. His screams increased as he remembered that.

“What about it? It’s good for business, isn’t it?” “My young principessa, I am not talking about business. You are right, of course, it’s good for us, for our family to gain more control over more lands.” He looked at me with the sweetest sorrow. “Are you happy about that? About Cicio’s falling from heaven?” “Happy?” What is that anyway? “I don’t know.” “It’s one thing to do what’s good for the Genarros. But it’s another thing that I just want to see you be happy.”

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This novel is entered in the "A Touch of Rainbow" writing contest especially created for stories about LGBTQ+. Thank you for supporting queer creations. Other stories by me: Book 1: How to Destroy a Badboy Book 2: The Emancipation of a Badboy

They are never and will never be satisfied no matter how good you treat them. They will always ask for favors but they will never have gratitude for it. They make you feel inferior and not good enough. You do not need to be good enough. You are perfect the way you are. I cannot say all but there are many other lessons to grasp from this story. Hope you loved it. And I will be much more pleased to meet you all in my next novel “Regained My LOVE (When the past hunts)” Genre: Romans The earlier novel I wrote is my first and best novel so far. I will love you, folks, to look if you have not yet.