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He turned on his computer and started looking through some documents that needed his approval that Ben had sent over. “Hi, Lucy. Got any good news for me?” Rayvin said after a while and Mikael looked up to see her on her phone. He saw her sighing and then frown. “Thanks anyway, Lucy. Hey, while I have you on the phone. Do you know of an app that’s called Miracle calculator for smartphones?” Rayvin asked. This piqued Mikael’s interest, and he abandoned his own work to focus on Rayvin’s conversation.

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I took my phone out, staring down at a number I’ve always had but never rang, but I don’t think even he could fix this shit. I just needed to get everything I needed doing, done, before my time came to an end. For everyone. A/N: Due to GN app being under review, none of my books are showing on the app unless they are already in your library. You can however go to the website and search for my name or book and they will come up, which will then allow you to 'd******d to app' which will add the book to your library. ♡

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Wiping his hands on his pants, he tried again and was able to dial 911. As he waited for the call to connect, his eyes roamed the library, darting here and there, anywhere but at Harold. He noticed some books had been knocked off a nearby bookcase, a scattering of anthologies. Yet among them, he spotted his own name. A copy of his novel Dead Don’t Dance. It shouldn’t be here, he kept all his author copies in his office out in the carriage house. “This is 911. What is the nature of your emergency?”

It's humiliating. She emerged from the restroom and changed into a new dress. She sat up in bed and went to her phone's app store. She found Bokipad and downloaded the app. She noticed it on her home screen a few minutes later. She finally got into the app after creating an account. Her upper lip twitched with a smile. She perused hundreds of professional and amateur book covers. What Hazel had told her seemed to be true. There were numerous books to select from. She texted the girl.

“I don’t know. It would be nice for the streets to have their names on them, like a real map. It would also be nice to have a searchable map, you know so that you could see if something were going on at your destination or even plan a trip based on what you can find on the map.” Jacob nodded in agreement. “I heard that the developers looked into it, but decided it would be too much of a drain on people's limited data plans.” “It could if you did it the traditional way,” I told him. “But, if you just adjusted the interface a little, it wouldn't take much data at all. There's another app, it's actually for driving directions, that has something similar that would work perfectly.” “Sounds like

After Lilac fell asleep again—her hand still resting over mine, her breathing finally soft and even—I got up. I didn’t turn on the overhead light—just my laptop and the small lamp by the desk. My journal app open on the screen. I was never big on handwritten journals, mostly because, as Darius likes to say, I have the handwriting of a serial killer. So, instead, I designed this secure journal app to keep all my private thoughts written out, not always in a manner that makes sense to others, but I always understand. The cursor blinked on a blank document, quiet and expectant. It was time. Not to fight, not this second. But to say something.

Then I squealed. “It’s here!” I squealed again. This time I grasped the phone tight on my chest and rolled on the bed in excitement for several rounds, squealing and kicking the cold air vigorously. I sat back up after some time, and after feeling a numb sensation across my feet. I brought the phone screen to my face and took another few more seconds to stare at the screen. There—reflected in my eyes—was none other than the new update for my favorite romance novel “The Evil Villainness is My Lover”. It was my first ever book since I downloaded this w******l app, and it has been my favorite ever since.

I don't regret whatever happened between us but I also don't want him to feel pressured into a relationship with me. I couldn't sleep so I lay awake and read stories from my Good Novel online book app, the different genres of stories on the app had made it my favorite to go to whenever I was less busy and wanted to read some good stories. I had already purchased some coins on Tuesday to finish the story I was reading The Life Of Bisi the tragic story of a gay Nigerian boy. I could almost relate to the boy's story as I read through, I was still on chapter 29 when a call came through my phone. It was Jude, and the memories of last night flashed unbidden through my mind's eyes. "Hello."