Novel & Cerita Jasinda Wilder Books

Silvia was convinced it felt like a scene pulled from a novel. Before that, she had even brought home escapees from the psych ward and beggars from under the bridge, but those stories never went anywhere. Silvia was a sucker for novels, the kind where a high-and-mighty CEO fell head over heels for the girl next door. She was obsessed. In the past, she would flirt with just about any guy she stumbled upon, leaving me to deal with the mess.

// A/N The Juniper Game is a book by Sherryl Jordan that I read when I was in middle school and I still love it today, check it out! **I want to apologize if I upset anyone with the true life things I have added to my book, I understand that mass extinction of any kind is not a matter to be exploited and I hope that is not how it comes across. WIFI NOTE: No worries! I have taken such huge steps with this book thanks in part to all the amazing support I recieve from readers I am NOW officaly a small business with badass WIFI, thank you all for sticking through it with me, cheers to no more WIFI blackouts! and Happy Reading <3

He had been so hard on himself that he pushed everyone away but now, seeing the two of them together gave her hope; Najmah was slowly bringing back her son to life. {••} Najmah had showered and changed into a red fit and flare dress, wrapped a veil in a turban style before strolling towards the library. Pushing the door open, she went in, walking towards the books and picked the first book that caught her eye; “The Devil Wears Prada” by Lauren Weisberger. She sank into the beanbag chair, getting completely immersed in the story. When she was done reading, she returned the book back where she took it then proceeded to look for another book to read.

"My name is Jennifer Elie. My sister, Linda Argwins, has been in a coma for six years following a deadly car crash in December 2014. A month ago, I went to her house back in the village to do some cleaning. And while I turned over her pile of clothes, I came across this secret journal that contains overwhelming information about her woes and sticky wicket, and which might be helpful in resuscitating her health." 💫🌟🌟🌟💫

Carlson and Cecelia looked at one another. “What?” I asked. “It's just that it might not be that fast,” Carlson explained. He winced and shrugged apologetically. “And the hospital is on a hiring freeze.” “Of course they are,” I muttered. I sighed and shook my head. “So much for going back to normal. So much for paying bills.” “Oh honey, it's not that bad,” Cecelia quickly assured me. “I'm sure something will open up.” “Maybe I should write that book,” I said. I stabbed my fork into my spaghetti. I wasn't all that hungry, but it smelled good and I knew it was something I'd never have been allowed to have in Paradisa. So I wanted it. “But after dinner.”

She didn’t wait for an answer. The fire behind her roared. The walls cracked and fell. And Jasmine Wembley... the girl who’d once buried her mother in the dirt with her bare hands...smiled as her kingdom danced around her, wild and burning and finally, finally hers. They’d feared her. Then fucked her. Then begged her. Now, they followed her. Barefoot. And unbowed.

SN: I will be introducing a new character into the book and she's most likely to change the plot and thicken the drama as she's involved in the lives of all the older characters so buy some coins and enjoy reading 'Women'. This new character would bring drama, comedy, action and suspense into the book. You might have an idea of who she is but trust me, you'll never see it coming. She is an independent woman as well and a strong one who doesn't stand for anybody's bullshit. She'll bring all other characters to a halt and change perspectives. Also, sneak peek; there may or may not be a separation in view for an unexpected couple.

We can't really afford steak, so we eat it maybe once or twice a year on birthdays or special occasions, but it is one of my favorites. After we are done eating Wilder cleans the table while I put three big brownies on a plate, for Wyatt to take to the kids. Suddenly the front door swings open, slamming against the wall. Wilder immediately goes into the hallway to see what is going on. I watch as his back bristles, then I look past him to see Isolde. She stumbles into the kitchen, eyes classy and red rimmed. I haven't seen her in months and I am taken aback by how horrible she looks. Her skin is pale and sickly looking, her hair limp and dirty. She's lost weight that she didn't need to lose,

Her cognac-dyed eyes widened and her lips were parted from the sequel, unable to close again. What is this? Remy you rascal, what the fuck have you been reading? The first title that jumped up was that of a bright red-covered book with the words "Conversation Casanova" written over it in capitals. And that was the most decent title... or book. The other ones had titles that shall not be said with contents that shall not be mentioned. Is this... this is how he got Jasmine? No way. These... W*****d books were better than these. Ryder couldn't look away from the books on her laptop's screen, her lips twitching, reconsidering some decisions she had taken lately.

Audrey didn’t quite understand him, “what do you mean?” Nathan’s lips curved into a mocking smile as he sat up, “I was thinking there was a book for the likes of you but it seems you don’t have it” She heaved a sigh, he was Making mockery of her again. “I have Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, 1991. I also have Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston, 2019,Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, 1813. And Seven Days in June by Tia Williams which was written two years ago then I also have love hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood which was also written two years ago”