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The story had to feel genuine and I waited until I knew it was perfect and respectful enough to write. 2. I did not know how I was going to write it. I didn't know if I wanted it to be a poem, a 50 page book, a novel, or whatever. I knew I had a message I wanted to tell, but I wanted to make the story interesting as well. So I decided to turn it into a novella, because it was not too long and it was not too short. It was the perfect length for me to create my story.

, his fingers tracing the intricate designs on the cover. I smiled, remembering the countless hours I had spent in high school devouring this novel. It was the only one I loved back then, and it seemed he liked it too. “You like Mark Stephens?” I whispered. Matt nodded, his eyes sparkling. “I don't just like him. I love him,” he whispered. “The way he weaves words, it's like magic.”

For Elise who's unemployed in her last life, she feels ashamed, these children age seven to fifteen starting to work to learn how to feed themselves. This is also the reason why she hated this novel. All the struggle , hope and tenacity of the children have built will just be in vain once the tragedy happened. It's disgusting to think that they were just side characters for the protagonist to be known. Elise who thought that sacrifices are important for every character development is exhausting to one's pov.

Marshall needs a successful project to silence the doubts about him in the company. "You kept saying you wanted to see the Northern Lights, right? I promise that once this project is successfully completed, I'll make the trip with you." As I took in the completely unrecognizable interior of the house, my mind went blank. All along, Marshall had been flaunting on social media about how wonderful his life was right now. He even talked about having his own private love nest. It turned out the love nest was simply the remodeled version of the home made out of my blood, sweat, and tears.

He was allowed to be up till at least 9pm during holidays, but he stayed awake till a whooping 2am the next morning. His eyes were now finally wide opened. He looked around at the state of his room. Looking straight ahead of him was his reading table which made direct contact with the green coloured wall of his room . It was filled with books which were scattered all over. The reading lamp on the table was at the edge of the table, almost at the verge of falling off and breaking its glass. His aunt, Maggie, had given it to him on his fifteenth birthday. His laptop was on top of the scattered books, slightly tilting to the left. It would have been a goner if it had not been for the large scie

I hope, in some way, their story touched you the same way it touched me—that you saw the strength in Zayn’s love, the beauty in Lucien’s heart, and the joy and hope in Zaylien, their son. But this is not the end. A NEW NOVEL is already in the works 🎊🎊🎊🎊. It hasn’t been fully approved by my editor yet, but once it’s ready, I’ll share it on my F******k, TikTok, and other platforms. I’ll be counting on your continued support there too, because every story is more beautiful when shared with readers like you.

Hey my lovely readers, I wish you all to be fine and healthy. Here we come to an end, Sophia and Noah. My first character, first world I ever created. My peace. This novel of mine had to see many things, within it’s span, within my life. I hope it touched your hearts, and sorry for the mistakes I made while the way. No, I am not crying.. You may get to know about my other novels on my I*******m profile. Thank you, Your author,, ~Galen_Yana...♡

Tessa The polyamory idea was still on my mind a few hours later. I’d showered, changed into pajamas, and had made myself a rather large chocolate daquiri to sip on as I stared at my computer, trying to find new ideas that didn’t involve me asking awkward questions. I wasn’t afraid to ask them, but if I could get out of this without having to talk to people about a subject I knew fuck all about that would be great.

I'm beyond thrilled to share my debut novel with you! As a newcomer to the world of fiction, I'm excited to finally share my story with readers like you. As I continue to grow and learn as a writer, I'd love your help. If you notice any errors or inconsistencies throughout the novel, please don't hesitate to reach out. Your feedback is invaluable, and I'm grateful for your support in helping me improve. I hope you enjoy this novel and will join me on this literary journey. I'm eager to share many more stories with you in the future.

“I said do not pretend to be stupid. All you girls are alike, with your fake smiles and your stupid words. Nobody wants a women who is made out of wax.” “Oh,” is all I manage to say. He is right again. Something that keeps happening tonight. I wonder if Ida thinks of me as wax. If she thinks I have nothing of substance to offer. I pray she does not. For if I am wax she is slowly melting me down, and I fear under her touch I may become nothing at all.