Novel Because Its You Novels & Stories

“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 come right out not too long after and slip on the nightdress I had earlier pulled out. My eyes catch the my bag in the corner and a thought creeps into my mind. I quickly move to the door, quickly locking it. I'd really hate to be caught right now. I take up the bag and empty its contents on my bed. My eyes widen in shock as I recognize it. The Novel. The one I had wished to be sent to. How did it get here? I have to hide it. I don't even know why, but I get a very strong gut feeling to do so.

Because she didn’t know how to need someone. Not like this. Not like him. She licked her lips, suddenly nervous. “Why do you care so much?” Zayn didn’t answer right away. Then, in a voice so low she almost didn’t hear it, he said— “Because it’s you.” Her breath caught. Zayn’s gaze was unwavering, intense. “Because it’s always been you, Ayesha.” The words settled deep in her chest, wrapping around something fragile and unfamiliar. She should walk away.

' the man thought. "You're a novelist?"

"Is it because of the sound of the TV? I can turn it off!" "No, it's not because of that!" She replied. "Actually, I was reading a romance book." "What novel is so interesting that you spend the night reading it?" "It's not that, it's just that I couldn't sleep, so I picked up a random novel to read. It was a strange story that starts with the main character having the same dream over and over again." She spoke without giving too many details.

GUTEMBERG My fingers skimmed across the page in a hurry, a habit I picked up as soon as I started reading physical books - that's another thing about me, I prefer real books to e-books. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, a book resting in my hands. The low light from the lamp highlighted the shadows on the walls, creating an atmosphere of calm. The novel I was reading was one full of twists and turns and tragedy, my favorite kind, especially if the main character is the hero and the villain at the same time. I was at an important moment in the story, Carl Pickett has just discovered that he has a brain tumor and only a few months to live, so he catches his girlfriend and his best friend i

Gigi Pov I seem to be out of my mind while walking in the middle of the road. I still can't believe I'm inside Girlie's favorite werewolf novel. What I wonder is how I got into the world of the novel. Could it be that Gigi's novel has magic and wants to punish me so I was brought inside the world of the novel because I threw it in the trash bin? But whatever the reason I got inside the novel is I don't care. All that matters to me is to get out and went back to the real world. Just thinking about being in a world where humans and werewolves live and exist together makes all my hair stand. I've never seen a werewolf before and I might faint from fear if I did.

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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.

I’ll probably keep on freelancing for both Take 2 Interactive and Rockstar games, or I could try getting in at Googleplex or Applepark. I put the discarded novel on top of my suitcase. I don’t know why I even bother to read it. It’s not well written, the grammar sucks — a bunch of crap, really. And the couple on the cover is so cliché. The whole stereotypical romantic pose makes my skin crawl with frustration. I sigh deeply. I’m so uptight my neck is pulling into a spasm. “You know he’s going to be here tonight?” Of course, I know. That’s the whole darn problem.