No Means No Book Novels & Stories

My phone buzzed—Noah. Not a call this time. A text. Did we do something wrong? My friend said your book might get taken down. My chest tightened. I typed back slowly, choosing words the way you choose steps on broken glass. We didn’t do anything wrong. Someone is trying to scare us. The book stays. You stay safe. He replied with a single emoji—🧠—then another: 🔒 He was locking himself into the part of the story the internet couldn’t access. I wanted to hug him so hard I broke the air.

Alizeh: 'I know, but I can't control my laugh! Varun: "I can say this also with that other meaning, but I am not like that na!" Alizeh: "I know that you are not like that, I know it really well knows! by the way when is my book coming!" Varun: "Maybe 23!" Alizeh: "Yayy, I will keep it with me always!" Varun: "You can also keep me with you always!" Alizeh: "I know, you can also keep me!"

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♕𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆♕ 𓆙mature content𓆙 𓆙contains abusive stuffs𓆙 𓆙murder𓆙 𓆙non-consensual / dubious consent sexual activities𓆙 Iғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ. Iᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛ� � ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴏᴋ. Don't copy my work. This is based on my imagination.

Charlotte is the chairman of my class and let me tell you, if any boys try to get into her pants, she will make sure that she leaves the guy with a broken nose and a broken dick. Kayden and Jayden are fraternal twins. Despite being twins, they're very different in some ways; especially when it comes to the type of girls they like. Kayden likes girls who would only be willing for one-night stands but Jayden like girls who can commit to a relationship. But both brothers communicate well with each other, so I guess it is really the twin's thing?

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Shawn pulled out his phone again and opened our chat window. For a moment, I felt a flicker of hope. Jenna’s face turned pale. Her eyes reddened as if she was about to cry. However, Shawn simply blacklisted my number. It felt like I had been thrown into an icy abyss. I was trembling. Shawn said, “There. Now she won’t bother us anymore.” Jenna’s expression brightened. She quickly leaned her head against Shawn’s shoulder and spoke in a soft and delicate voice.

Infringement of property is not allowed! NOTE: This book is a work of fiction all made out of the figments of my imagination. Any names, associations or people related to this story are all concidental. And please, there is only one author for this book and that is me so any site you see this story, please endeavor to report so they could be taken down and I won't spare such people. I have my ways of making such kind of people pay for infringement. So be WARNED!! And please pardon my mistakes and errors. I'm not perfect and English definitely is not my first language so please.... Enjoy....

Aiys gets up and returns to compile the book that Aiys will move. When the fourth book is in hand. Instantly, the focus of Aiys eyes was on the brown book, decorated with dried flowers and leaves. Roses and jasmine dominate, the lower right corner are roses, and the upper left corner there are jasmine flowers connected with leaves ; the bones of the leaves. Memories of the Blue City The first writing that Aiys read, the first sheet of this book. On the second sheet there is a photo of a man with a woman posing with his arms raised to head level. Two fingers, index and middle finger make up the letter V.

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.