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My maids thankfully packed three pairs of mittens, all varying from gray, to brown, to black. I wear the gray ones, cupping my hands in an attempt to catch some snowflakes. They melt on impact, and I walk around, staring up at the sky in wonder. New Puerto is so different and so beautiful than my home. Even with the snow, I can see the stars glittering in earnest, the smoke from fires made to keep the small cabins and homes warm. Quill is close to me, giving me my space to allow me to enjoy the snow, but always close by in case I needed him.

Personally, I want to see what's in that book. I'd spent yet another evening thinking about her. She's the first thing in life that had taken my focus off the endgame, which is not exactly a good thing. I didn't make provisos for being sidetracked because until one day ago, I didn't think there was anything that could sway me from my path. But something about her situation keeps pulling at me, and I know I won't rest until I get to the bottom of this shit.

I would love to know what you love about this book. My new book, "The Don's Runaway Bride," will be live soon on the Goodnovel app. Meanwhile, here is a sneak peek of a few chapters of the book. . . The Don's Runaway Bride . Today is the worst day of my life! Maybe I should rephrase that. Today is one of the worst days of my life. Because I’m very certain that with my present predicament, there will be days worse than this.

It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey. My thoughts returned to the day of the accident. The surgery was successful, bringing an end to my tragic life.

I said. My face was pale as death, and a nagging ache twisted in my stomach. It was an old pain that had been with me ever since I spent those three years in that cellar. Every day, I ate stale bread and lumpy mashed potatoes that had been sitting out forever. The bread was so thick and dry that it was almost impossible to swallow. Panic flashed across Henry's face. It was something I hadn't seen in ages. "Sabrina, I swear I didn't know! Do you think I'm lying?" he asked.

They are still striving, yet happy and content. Coming to my present life now, I never thought that the stranger would be my lifeline. But it happened. I did modelling, acted in a couple of films even, written some novels also. But this Novel is very special to me. I'm writing this, I want to put this in words, nothing can impact a man the way words did.thats why I'm writing this , to tell as an example of his life , that life always give a chance to everybody, even if he is the sinner, or if he is a mafia don or if he is a criminal even. It is the one who grabs it and make use of it.

This is the story of a young man with a secret talent who plays good samaritan and finds himself at the center of a battle bigger than himself... but he won't be alone! At least that's part of the gist for now.😅 Now let's see how it goes… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "The ghosts in my house wouldn't be so bad if they could just stop trying to cook" which will not appear in this form because it's allowed to work around them and so I did.

(Lancelot’s POV) The novel “The Love of My Life” is a story best suited for teenagers. That being said, some of the topics discussed in the novel weights heavily on romance compared to other elements, world building included. Because of that, the scale between the love interests’ life stories and others’ life stories tipped unfairly to the love interests’ side. Not like I have any problem with it when I read it. Because, I’ve read somewhere before that other than fantasy books with hellishly long storyline and particular world building, books which was written to suit the romance genre shouldn’t depict too much of characters’ other than the main characters’ life.

"Kairi?" "Yes, Kadachi?" "Are you happy? Do you feel safe here?" I smile thinking about the question. "Yes, you and your family has been so kind to me." I feel Kadachi tense up a little. "Then...Tell me Kairi, what do you want in life." Startled by the question I stay silent for a moment before responding. "To just live life to the fullest. Through all of the joy and sorrow, what I want in life is to just be free, have a job, family, and maybe a cat. Go on a few adventures and have a few thrills. What about you?"

That's why she didn't wanted anyone to be a part of her life ever again. She was afraid that they would eventually leave her alone too... That's what scared her the most...Being left alone...Being left behind... Staring at the wall, her tears stopped flowing, but she still kept looking at the wall with blurry eyes. She had realized today, why she was not able to write about life. Why it was so hard to write the words down about life on a paper...It was because she had not been living but surviving...She thought that Life was an Illusion but that was not true. Everything was real but when you go into survival mode, all seems like an illusion.