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Yet, now, dozens of unread messages had flooded her screen, the notification count still climbing. Evelyn's eyes widened in surprise. Clicking into them, she quickly realized that nearly all of them were about Matteo. "Matteo's seriously messed up. Didn't he get his one true love back? Now that you're gone, he suddenly woke up and realized your worth. Please. What does he think this is, some dramatic novel where the jerk hero gets a second chance?

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

“Efficient. Ruthless. Impressive, yes. But too cold and alone.” Ethan exhaled shakily—just once—but that was all the old man needed to confirm he’d struck home. Grandpa completed his teacup's journey to his lips and took a small sip at last. “There is a Reed family saying,” he murmured. “My father told it to me before I lost him.” Ethan’s eyes rose. “When the heart refuses to speak, the soul pays the price.” Ethan swallowed hard. The old man set the teacup down. “If you leave to work, I will respect it. If you leave to run… then know this—distance does not heal what the heart drags behind it.”

and opened it. My jaw dropped as I began reading the story. It was twenty-five pages, according to the little bar at the bottom of the document. But those pages were full size, so I figured it would probably be something closer to a hundred page novella. Fortunately, I was a fast reader. And once I got halfway through the first chapter, I was completely hooked. The story was about a college professor who was being seduced by a young girl in his class. By "young", I mean early twenties. My age. Which made the scene descriptions very easy for me to relate to.

Half a month later, in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Lex. [Audrey, I'm sorry.] I stared at it for a moment, then put the phone down. I didn't reply. Our story had ended long ago. I closed that chapter. From now on, our lives will go their own way—like two roads that'll never cross again.

He had memorized the story of their love life. He began to read, his voice a low rumble, a comforting presence in the quiet room. He read of their first meeting, a chance encounter at a bustling cafe, their initial awkwardness, their growing attraction. He read of the pain and the grief, of the challenges they had faced and overcome. He read of the birth of their sons, of their laughter and their tears, of the joys and sorrows that had shaped their lives. As he read carefully with empty pages of the book that he had been reading for her for years, Florence’s hand tightened around his, her breathing slowing, a peaceful expression settling on her face.

Wow, it's finished. After two years I have completed my first ever story. Thank you so much to everyone that has read this and got it to over 5 million reads ! I never imagined it would get that popular ! Now, I understand many of you may not be very happy with me and the events that happened in this story, but I urge you check out the second book when I start updating it. You will definitely want to read it, even if you are super annoyed about Greyson's death I promise you won't regret it !

"A book can transport us to distant realms, introducing us to characters who become our confidants, even lovers, for a brief moment in time. What tale has captured your imagination, dear stranger?" Liam, caught off guard by Layla's profound observation, found himself charmed by her eloquence. "It's a novel by one of my favorite authors," he confessed, a hint of enthusiasm seeping into his words. "The protagonist embarks on a perilous journey, facing countless obstacles in search of his true purpose. It's a story that resonates deeply within me, as if the pages of my life mirror the trials and tribulations of this fictional hero."

He said and hurried to wipe his tears. "Tss. Why did you cry? You can't even remember my life. This is more like a fantasy story like you read in w*****d stories." I promise here. I don't read W*****d. Misha is the lover, I only hear about his stories. He likes to read gangster stories. Then he imagined that I was a female gangster. He has a story he wants to tell, what is the title now?... Monster High? No, that's not it... Mon... Mon... Montello High? Yeah, that's it because he has reread it several times and he still wants me to read it too like what the hell? I don't like reading that mushy stuff, and besides the stories are exaggerated too much, but Misha is an addict, or maybe I just d