Not Your Just Because Novel 소설 & 이야기

Jeremy's POV: I have never dreamed that my precious time is going to be wasted just because my stupid action again. So what if Jessica was laughed by his group, this has nothing to do with me. When I was laughed at school, she did nothing for me either. It was just a burger and he is so sensitive. Maybe this is the habit of a bully who know nothing but being unreasonable just over a small matter. So I have to take my exercise books and go to his house just to do his Math homework for a semester for him.

Do you know what it feels like?.... I suppose some of you would know but the rest of you…I doubt it! Do not get me wrong , this story is not like your ordinary love story – it is not a romance novel to begin with…But I guess every sad story begins with a heartache. Every broken heart was caused by some type of action that shattered it into a million pieces – every person has a reason as to why they act the way they do. Have you ever?....

Firstly, I'd like to ask for your patience, this novel isn't a zombie-only apocalyptic book, as you read on, other elements will be dispensed. Secondly I'd like you to add this book to your library, that's if you haven't already done that, reason's because; unlike other books I didn't release the bomb(climax) in the fifth chapter or so like most authors do just before they lock it. I want you to be very expectant, cause all chapters are going to be climaxed, trust me. Finally, support me with your gems. This is my first book on this platform and I'd certainly need all the encouragements I can get. Thank you so much. HEARTS...

I set my phone down, called a lawyer, pulled my evidence, and handed it off. I might've been in Sweland these past few years, but I knew exactly how people online in Carmoria play. Mary wanted attention? Fine. I'd give it to her. And Jack too. If he couldn't keep his woman in check, someone else would. Sure enough, Mary deleted the comment—probably scared it would blow up. Too late. Our identities got exposed fast. [No way. Even novels wouldn't go this far. They're sisters?] [Rich family drama? This is messy and juicy. Who wouldn't want in?]

"Of course I came back. Had to see how you two vultures are picking over my brother." The word hit. Hard. "Jessica," Giacomo snapped. "We had no choice back then. It's been years. Let it go." "No choice?" I stared him down, fingers digging into the stone, scraping it raw. Moldy bread. Electric shocks. The stink of the cell. It all rushed back and crushed my chest. "Don't bother with her," Zoya sneered. "She's a stray fresh out of prison. Carlo's dead. The Rossi Family's ours now—"

“Thank you, but it’s not because I’m worried that his cries will wake me up. I have something to do and I’m worried I might get distracted with the baby by my side.” Justin looked doubtful. “Are you heading out tonight?” “Justin, you might laugh at me when I tell you this, but I’m going to read a novel.” Justin was confused. “Read a novel?” Before she answered him, he flashed her a smile. “No problem, just go ahead. Why would I laugh at you? Isn’t it very normal? I read novels during my free time, too.” “I’m not reading the novel because I want to, but because there’s something I need to do, so…”

I pushed my phone in her direction to encourage her to read it again. "It's kind of vague, don't you think?" Mom said. "Couldn't you just be overreacting to it?" "But what else could it be about? And who could it be from?" I asked. My mom clicked her tongue and leaned back in her chair. "Isa, honey, just think about it logically. You're good at that, logic and reason. Forget about your feelings for a second and look at the facts." I thought about it for a moment. I didn't know who sent this email or why, but they wanted to get under my skin. They might have been jealous or something. But why?

Chemistry. And if that chemistry didn’t feel real—what was the point? For three days, the email sat unread in his inbox. He would open it, close it, type a rejection draft, delete it, and repeat. His manager had told him to follow his gut. “If you’re not feeling it, don’t take it. You don’t need it.” Night nodded, grateful for the freedom to choose. After all, he wasn’t desperate for money, and his schedule was already packed.

I replied bluntly, refusing to stay and argue and pulled Thaddeus along. I knew Orion well enough over the years to see that those red eyes were signs that he was going to snap. Nonetheless, Orion cut me off again and bellowed, "I'm asking you a question! Is he the reason why you don't want to come home with me?! You can't live without a man, can't you—" "Shut up!!!" I snapped as I slapped Orion across the face, leaving a distinctly red palm print on his cheek. "Even if I am, you have no right to accuse me of cheating!

She looked around, but the narrow aisles were completely empty, the bright fluorescent tubes overhead flickering just a fraction of a second before stabilizing. Shaking off the sudden prickle of unease, she attributed it to the lingering exhaustion of the past week, the emotional toll of a breakup, and the late-night stress of university applications. She stepped up to the counter, setting her snacks down on the black conveyor mat, the old cashier scanning the items with a slow, practiced rhythm that brought her back to the mundane reality of the moment. "That'll be four dollars and fifty cents," the man muttered, his voice gravelly from decades of late shifts and cheap tobacco.