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You either have to search in your app for this story or you could go to viewed section and then click on the story, it will take you to the mainpage as well. I have an i. (sta) page, but haven't used it as much as I would like. Maybe I'm too old for social media. Lol. i'm turning 36 new month. it's naomid.gnovel Chapter 2. It took for fucking ever to get where we were going. The noise of the motor and the feeling of the wheels on the road made me sleepy. I closed my eyes for a second and didn’t awaken until someone shouted in my fucking face.

Looking concerned. I stared at her. She stared back. “Breakfast is ready,” she said, smiling politely. “Shall I help you dress?” And that was when it hit me—not all at once, but in little pieces, like a jigsaw puzzle slowly snapping together. The name. The maid. The chandelier. The feeling of déjà vu so strong it made my skin prickle. I knew this place. I knew this life. Because I’d read about it. In a book. Some cheesy, overdramatic web novel I devoured during finals week, right before my body gave out from a delightful combo of stress, insomnia, and enough caffeine to stop a small horse’s heart.

Zayden As soon as I got done showering, I hurried and dried my body and hair, put on my clothes and walk out the door. I see my little mate sitting in the chair I left her in but with a book in hand. I slowly walk over to her and lean on the back of the chair. I notice she is reading my favorite book. Catch 22 by Joseph Heller. “How do you like it so far?” I startled her apparently as she jumped as soon as I asked the question.

"Say what? I reincarnated into a reverse novel." The system's words were like a thunderclap; not daring to believe this was true, the whole person was stunned for five seconds. Marin found a corner to sit, blankly looking at the novel in her hand without saying anything. Trying to calm her nerves, she opened the novel and read the last few chapters she hadn't finished yet. The novel [Love you more than the stars.] has very bloody content. The novel is set in a modern setting with a director's love affair with a secretary.

“I am unfamiliar with where you came from, but I know very well where you are now. You are nestled in the Catskill Mountains just west of Monticello, New York near a little spoken of town called Honeyville. Master Rowan had this castle built well over a century ago as a place to lay his head when he was in this country. It is a lovely home with 44 rooms, 32 stairwells, 18 fireplaces and 21 chimneys, all hewn from hand-mixed reinforced concrete in a blend of medieval, Byzantine, and Gothic styles. When you are feeling better, perhaps you would like a tour.” “I was in Philadelphia,” Jasper muttered with despair. “I belong in Philadelphia. My work is there. My home…” “Your home is now he

He was about to lean back from the hug but I didn't let him move. "Stay like this for a minute Chim." I locked him within my arms for a few long minutes. I call Travis, chim. Because, why not? "You won against That Jerk Eros." Travis exclaimed and I can't believe that I won against Eros. My bunny must be feeling sad. Not mine to be exact but still all the characters I have read in the novel are mine, I mean I read the novel in my phone, the phone is mine so are the characters in the novel.

I could not read the name of the book until he handed it to me, surprisingly. "To make you sleepy," he said. I took the book from his hand and gave him a puzzled look. "From my favorite author." I looked down, and my eyes flew wide as I read the letter in the book. A romance novel by Jakara Blue. "Kim, is she a writer?" I asked, repeating each word twice before I got it perfect. I couldn't understand why I overreacted. My crazy heartbeats also added up, messing my emotion completely.

TBC Here's a sneak peek at my new book, currently ongoing in Good novel Please do check it out. CHAPTER 1 INTO THE LION'S DEN JASMINE VALE There are two kinds of mornings in my life: the quiet ones, where everything hums with sugar and peace, and the chaotic ones—where my apron’s on backward, I forget the oven timer, and I seriously contemplate crying into the batter. Today, thank the butter gods, is the former. It's just past Six in the evening. Customers were still coming in, taking orders, or getting a late-night coffee for the cold weather. Italy in the winter season is the best thing one could ever ask for.

We lie on the bed. Damon's head is on my chest. My fingers are in his hair. His hair is soft. The rain is loud. "I am happy," he says. "I know." "I am not used to it." "You are getting used to it." "I am trying." "That is enough." He closes his eyes. I watch his face. The rain falls. The world turns. The room is small and warm and full of nothing and everything. --- The rain stops in the evening. The sky clears.

Even Prince Caspian wince too while rotating his hand. Finally! Peach moan when she slightly massage her arms. "Well to be honest, I don't know." Prince Caspian look at her weirdly. Yeah that's weird. "I know what you were thinking. But it's true. That book, i wrote it thanks to my every day dreams." "That sound even weirder you know." Prince Caspian said.