None Of The Above Novel Novels & Stories

It used to hurt until it didn't anymore. So it doesn't surprise me, what surprises me instead is his response after being asked if there's a potential someone. "There might be yeah." That's certainly a new one. I'm pretty sure he's not talking about me. Is he saying that so people don't hit on him or is it because there really is a potential someone? This is not an answer he's given before, he usually says that his work doesn't allow him to date. They'd all boo at that but wouldn't ask any further questions. It worked. So I can't help but overthink this.

I wonder why he even tried to offer an apology in the first place. A loud slam interrupts my thoughts and the penthouse is silent. I creep up to the door, cracking it open to ensure that Anthony was really gone before making my way down the hallway to explore my new home. I don’t really care for the bedrooms on the second floor so I make my way down to the foyer again. I breeze past the living room, not wanting to be reminded of the earlier conversation that took place, and head into the kitchen.

The sounds from below didn't stop until deep into the third night. When everything was finally over, Caspian returned upstairs. It was midsummer, but the air-conditioning in the room was set so low that it felt like the height of winter. Thanks to that, my body hadn't decomposed. Instead, it had only grown colder and more rigid. He sat down at the edge of the bed, unshaven, eyes sunken. His entire appearance was ghostly. He took my cold hand and pressed it gently against his cheek. "I killed them all, Seraphine."

I basked in the warm sunlight pouring through the window and stretched lazily. Oh, didn't I mention that little detail? I was the overpowered hero of a harem power-fantasy novel. Perhaps I forgot. But honestly, that didn't matter. Being the hero was just damn satisfying.

She raised her brows. “Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, seriously! Ah yous should check it out too, come I’ll read it out to you, it’s great!” She clapped her hands in excitement. “No thank you, you know I don’t read romance,” He shook his head. “But it’s a unique one,” She protested, “A popular mystery/thriller writer is thrown inside her own novel! How cool is that?” “Hmm?” he raised his brows. “Did it pick your interest?” She wiggled her brows. “Ah, the guy has the same name as you, by the way,” She added.

"I'm thinking about this one." The glossy cover shimmered under the dim lighting from the fixtures above. It seems, at first glance, a crime novel. If I decide to read this, I don't think Malik cares. He doesn't even look at the book, letting me know straight away that he isn't interested in the slightest. But that didn't stop my mouth from spewing out words profusely, which tends to happen when I get nervous.

sneered Liana, who had just come from the kitchen. "Your guess is wrong, Secretary Lian," said Nova. "I've read the book, people will definitely read it over and over again because they don't understand contents. But I didn't reread it, I immediately understood. Great, right?" Liana sneers. Few believe because Nova has Panic disorder. "Why doesn't Director read the novel?" asked Liana. "I'm not interested in romance in novels," said Nova. "Does the Director know the meaning of love?" asked Liana.

Burn my bones and scatter my ashes? 'That's not what the novel says, right? Why doesn't he follow the novel?'

Through my own hard work, I became a general manager. No matter how much John cried and begged, I was unmoved. In the end, I had to thank the defamation incident. It revealed the true nature of the man I once shared my bed with.

"I don't need it, and I don't care anymore." Faced with my cold and final response, June fell silent once again. She had become little more than skin and bones now. Her eyes were deeply sunken, her complexion gray and lifeless. I didn't pity her. But I didn't hate her either. There was simply no point anymore. It wasn't worth it. Still, for the first time, I saw something in her eyes that had never been there before. After standing there for a while and seeing that June had nothing else to say, I left the room without lingering any longer.