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I didn't feel it. All I could think about was Maya. Where was she? Had anyone decent given her a coat? She missed her meds. If the nerve pain hit, how bad would it get? Five long minutes later, the thick stack—over thirty pages—finally finished printing. I reached for the stack, but Winnie slapped her hand over it. "What's the rush? I haven't organized it yet." She lifted the papers and tapped them on the desk. Tap. Tap. Tap. Slow. Deliberate.

" With that, he set down the parfait and left. I stared at the closed door. Not a single tear had fallen. My phone vibrated. It was a message from my assistant. [Miss Isabella, everything has been sold.] The time to leave had come. Late that night, I removed the wedding ring from my finger, the symbol of a five-year joke, and left it inside the safe together with a signed divorce agreement. Then I uploaded a scheduled video to Instagram and tossed my phone into a corner of the room. I sent the maid at my door away, telling her I wanted her to grind me a cup of coffee before picking up the lighter from the table.

She looks at Amira again, her smile widening and tears trickling down her face. "Just look at how happy your sister is. Don't you want that for yourself?" I can't keep having this conversation with her. "Mom, excuse me. I need to use the washrooms," I lie. "I will be back." I vanish. On my way, I bump into someone I did not expect to see. Broad chest. Cheap cologne. Handsome face with a cocky smile. "Ren?" ^^^^^^^^^ Hey guys, The new book is called "TERRA". I'll be posting a few chapters here this month. If you guys love it, I'll apply for a contract with GoodNovel. Your feedback is highly appreciated ❤

Wake up, smile, talk about the book, sign copies until my hand cramped, eat something that did not quite taste like home, sleep in a bed that was never quite right, then do it again. I was tired in a way that went deeper than sleep could fix. The book was called *Always*. I had written it in pieces over the last few years, sitting at the kitchen table while Dominic worked in the garden or read in the chair across from me. It was not a story about the beginning. It was a story about what comes after the beginning. About choosing the same person on ordinary Tuesdays and difficult Thursdays and every morning after a hard night. About love that does not stay new but becomes something steadier, s

I just stand there, my hand still hanging in the air like an idiot, as she strides away without a backward glance. As she storms off, I know I’ve succeeded in pushing her away, in smothering whatever spark we had under the weight of my cruelty. But victory has never tasted so fucking bitter. //**Please note that, for personal reasons, this and Kingpin's Fixation will be my final books with Goodnovel for a while**//

Joel asks. He leaves me no time to respond, as after only a few thrusts of my fingers, I feel myself clench as fluid drips down my hand. Release came quicker than usual. I look over at the nightstand. I quickly turn my phone off, feeling a little dirty after just getting off to a new friend who likely has no similar feelings. I think to myself, ‘looks like I didn't need you tonight BOB.’ I set my alarm and close the nightstand drawer

At least there, I can have peace. When I arrived at the garden, I felt the peace hugging me. 'Finally.' Away from those stabbing gazes, away from that annoying expression of Rosine, away from that indifferent male lead. Amongst the books I brought with me, there's one with an inconspicuous book with a simple red cover. "From One Space to Another" is the title of the book. It is a romance story about a girl who can teleport from one place to another and a boy who was from another parallel universe.

It will be availabile on goodnovel soon. Till the next story adios.

Ivory raised an eyebrow and mocked, "You should've locked your door if you wanted to do something so shameful. Besides, this is my home. Why should I knock?" Wilson didn't answer. He gracefully tucked himself back into his pants, his eyes still devoid of emotion. "Did you need something from me, Ms. Ivory?" Ivory smiled bitterly. She knew nothing would come out of this, but she still said stubbornly, "Take me away from here, Wilson. Let's leave together and go far, far away. Let's go somewhere where no one will find us." The lights were off in the room, so Wilson didn't see the broken look of despair in her eyes. Or perhaps he did see it but just didn't care.

The one she never let go of. Years ago, he bailed—broke up with her and vanished overseas. She was wrecked. That's when we met, on some blind date. She needed a distraction. I fell hard. We got married. And I kept thinking... if I gave enough, maybe one day she'd choose me. However, ten years of loyalty, and it meant nothing. One wave from Caleb, and she ran straight back. I always knew he still lived in her heart. And I—I was just a placeholder.