Not Your Just Because Novel Novels & Stories

“Sure, why not. It seems like that’s the only thing you care about right now.” “It’s a novel about a man who is madly in love with a woman, but he does not know how to express his feelings. The reason is that when he was younger he watched his father kill his mother in front of him. So ever since then he never believed in love until he met her.He has a tough time showing his feelings, but when he shows it, he shows it in a very romantic way, it’s so cute.” I say feeling very excited while talking about the book.

Blake gave me a look like he was dumbfounded so I got my bag and left I ended up walking home in the rain, I kept telling myself I had nothing to worry about and I was being completely irrational to doubt Blake's faithfulness to me. I mean if he didn't want to be with just me then he wouldn't have proposed right? We wouldn't be running a business together, would we? We certainly wouldn't be getting married and planning our life together, every couple has rough patches especially if they've moved fast, right? I mean after all I loved Blake and he loved me and this was the beginning of my happy ever after, so I thought.

“Trust me this is all just some stupid power play to prove he’s watching me. It is not even worth acknowledging. You ready to go?” “Yeah, that just made me lose my appetite lets go.”

“You’re all pathetic! You commoners!” I picked up my diary and left for the waterfall. I wasn’t able to visit the butterfly garden because of the incident and because of incident stole a good amount of my time. I sat on the rock thinking about what had happened. I had never been insulted so much in my entire life. I had thought that every member of the Rage beast pack were kind. I hadn’t any idea who this lady was. This was my first time seeing her. Perhaps she wasn’t a member of the pack. I had thought of her as an ally of Alpha Scott. I reached into my bag and brought out two of my favorite novels. Bye, see you and The new beginning. I used to read Bye, see youso much when I was still in t

For Joe, and for Taryn. Bless your kind souls and happiness forever to you. ............................................................................................ Thank you for picking out this book to read, out of the possible millions of other fantastic pieces of literature to enjoy in the world that we live in. Foremost, and by far the most important, I would like to state that this book does not really focus on romance. It just doesn't, in my opinion, fit in that criteria. Perhaps in a sub-genre. But not in a category, or a genre itself.

This novel is a work of fiction. Names, story, places and events are products of the author's creativity or are used fictionally. Any similitude to actual events or locales or individuals, living or dead, is totally coincidental. First of all I must appreciate this app for providing me the platform, there I can pen down and I can write my imaginations. I wanted to say, what is in your destiny you will find it anyway. Sometimes things seem against us and against our desires and everything seems out of orbit, but afterwards we realize why was it like that. Everything happens for a reason. We just need to understand and have patience.

Ruby sighed to keep her laughter at bay. Pride and Prejudice is certainly a good book. Ruby also enjoyed it, but it’s a romance novel. This was the first time Ruby had met a man—especially one like Ed—who willingly admitted to liking that book. “Precisely because it’s so different. I enjoy it. It’s simple. There is no need to burden my mind. Light and warm. It reminds me that sometimes people only need simple things to be happy. It's akin to a fragment of a captivating vision that you can perpetually cherish.

I whispered. “You — what?! Did he break up with you? How come you didn’t tell that to me?” she asked. “I forgot. I was kinda preoccupied with everything and I couldn’t do anything, so I needed a break. That’s why you didn’t see me at my apartment because I was fixing myself so I could write again. You know that I love my career and many of my readers are waiting for my next book, but it turns out that it got rejected because it didn’t pass the company’s standard. They just said that my novel isn’t good for the reader’s preference. The hell! Why can’t they just admit that it didn’t pass their standard?” I ranted because I still can’t believe why my novel got rejected like that, even if it’s a

I looked away, focusing on the clinking of silverware in the distance. “Why me?” I finally asked. “Why not one of those girls with Ivy League smiles and polished nails?” His answer was simple. “Because they’d want something back, and I've told you already; you’ve been chosen.” “And I don’t want something back?” “You want survival. That’s different.” I sucked in a breath, sharp and cold. That’s when the waiter returned with my water and Brandon’s drink. No one spoke. He picked up his glass but didn’t sip it.

I yelled again, seeing Asher in the kitchen preparing breakfast. “Well, if I burn them, you will still eat it, won't you?” Asher had said, with a wide smile that reached the corners of his eyes. “Why should I?” I laughed so heartily. “Because that's what a good wife does” he answered, his face still crinkled with a smile. “A good wife wouldn't allow her husband to burn down the whole kitchen” I had said and joined him in cooking breakfast together. I choked on a bitter laugh, realizing how foolish I had been and how his warm touch, reassuring kisses had kept me in the world of darkness, the walls of deceit he had built.