Meant To Be A Novel Novels & Stories

••••• Hi, lovely readers. As you read this novel, I know you'll love it, and I hope you do. The setting, plot, characters, lifestyles, and everything in general is purely fictional, and any resemblance to any work, people, materials are purely coincidental. When you end up loving it, please remember to show your love by rating and commenting. ••••• "ELENA!!"

The title was the whole novel, compressed to two words. "Yes," Dante said. "That's right." "It's right," Elian said. They drove through Castile in the December light, and the third novel had a title and a publication date and the specific quality of a thing that was complete and was now going to be released into the world to do what the first two novels had done — reach the people who needed it, give them the address, make visible the thing that was possible. New Year's Eve was on the coastal path. Not the headland — the regular path, the daily one, the one they'd been walking for three years and that was now, in the specific way that repeated paths became yours, as much a part of their life

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello. Thank you in advance for reading my latest novel, The Prophecy: Amarah's Alpha. I hope you will enjoy the journey of our two main characters as well as their entourage. Just to let you know, this novel is written out of my imagination. The contents in the novel mentioned herein are of mine and does not represent the views and opinions of others. Any incident that will be written or mentioned herein, is in no way related or is purely coincidental.

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_

the man explained. "Woow, that's very interesting. Can I put some of my novels in the café?" asked Celeste. After Celeste gave birth to Little Ron and Little Ce, she stopped writing. However, her last book was sold out. She still had about ten books of each novel she had created. Celeste felt that if the books were kept in boxes for too long, they would be damaged, so she was interested in giving them to Axel for free. Axel was confused by Celeste's words, 'My novel? What does that mean?' the man thought. "You're a novelist?"

he said; "why don't you write one?" "I am too fond of reading books to care to write them, Mr. Erskine. I should like to write a novel certainly, a novel that would be as lovely as a Persian carpet and as unreal. But there is no literary public in England for anything except newspapers, primers, and encyclopaedias. Of all people in the world the English have the least sense of the beauty of literature."

She watched the three of them—the ancient, the immortal, and the newly born—and thought about what it meant to be part of something that had never existed before. She thought about the novel she had read in her previous life, the one she had despised, the one that had given her a villainess to be exhausted by and a plot to navigate and an ending she had found unsatisfying. The novel is gone now. The story it had contained had been overwritten, replaced by something else, something that had no script and no predetermined conclusion and no guarantee of survival. She thought: this is what it feels like to be alive in an unwritten world.

Rosalie was beginning to see her in a new light. The author was a very resilient and strong-willed woman, which was a stark difference from her novel. She should have known. The values exemplified in a novel didn’t necessarily represent those of the author. An author simply writes a story filled with many different characters. If their values all represented that of the author, the author would have to be schizophrenic or take on many different faces.

LUCY It's been three weeks since I started working at 'GG'. Let me tell you, this isn't a normal working place, atleast my floor. Sometimes, I feel like I'm in a freaking library. This place doesn't need a room spray, different types of perfumes and deodorants will always linger in the air suffocating me. All you can hear is the clicking sound of the mouse, keyboard and, of course, heels. Don't even get started with gossip.

Anna POV I could feel the gentle breeze blowing through my window and touching my body which was crawled up in a ball up on the bed. It should have been a wake up call but I didn't care about it. My eyes were wide open and I didn't move an inch. School was not something I looked forward to but today I wanted to crawl up in a ball with a novel in hand and just lay in bed while reading. I had fallen asleep while reading a novel in bed and that novel was better than the life I lived when I woke up this morning and I wanted to go back into the walls that the novel built up high that no one could break.