Novel & Cerita Novel By Ana Ilyas

Ana. Life was never a bed of roses for the 17 years old Ana neither it was full of thorns before her stay in this small town, she lived in an orphanage. Actually Ana doesn’t belong to Italy. She was a native of New York. Many years ago her birth parents planned a tour to Italy during the Christmas Eve. At that time Ana was hardly three years old. While returning after relishing a day outdoor, their car met with an accident colliding with a lorry. Both her parents were spot death leaving behind the injured little girl unconscious, faintly breathing.

Who she will spend her phone time with? Anica's POV I am here chilling at my hotel facing my laptop because I am currently writing my novel "Why do I hate being in love.". My publisher said that if I will be able to send my novel before the year ends, I might gain more attention since Readers are adding especially this time- Vacation time. I tried making my blurb and my plots as well, however, I can not find any good lines to match the plot. *ting* While typing I saw Janine's name, calling me.

Long milky blonde hair with a pair red-violet eyes that can drown you into a bottomless pit, reddish lips, and a milky white complexion. This is not me! Clearly, not Nina Facelo! And like a flashback. My whole life before I came here, started flowing. From school, going to a nearby book store to buy the most awaited book that my friends recommended to me. Me, trying to be a hero and ended up dying in a dark alley of the second street. Illuminating Darkness! That’s the title! Yan dapat ang librong babasahin ko. I didn't sleep peacefully. I died young! And to add salt in to the wounds. I am now in the body of the most wicked Dame in Kingdom! The suspected villainess of the famous fantasy nove

Ana chuckled and looked at Amar embarrassed. "You want me to wear this?" asked Ana pointing at lingerie black. Amar was nervous at once and smiled shyly. He nodded and asked Ana to wear it tonight. Currently, Ana is still very hungry and wants to finish her steak. But Amar wants Ana right now. Distracting her mind, Amar opened the comics and novels that Ana bought. In fact, Ana likes fantasy-themed reading. “Wow, very interesting. It turns out that you like reading fantasy stories like this huh. "

I need to shower and visit our Alpha and find out how the search is going. *** After I finish showering and cleaning up the house, I walk outside to the packhouse. The second I step inside, all eyes turn to me. Why is everyone looking at me? It's not like I’m a stranger here. A girl around my age, who I hardly speak to and heartily dislike, walks toward me with the worst fake smile plastered on her face. “Oh my God, Ana, I can't believe you’re back,” she says, pulling me into a hug, but I don't hug her back. I wonder why she’s talking to me like we’re friends.

Welcome dudes and dudeths! I'm honestly Soo excited to start writing a book of this caliber. Apparently this is my very first Nigerian book, yup very first. I've always had the thought of writing a book that brings awareness to some of the bad things going on in our society today, practically to all teens out there in the world, and how we can change our society at large. I honestly hope my book reaches out to people out there. Some of the things this book is going to surround on would be,

The dark carriage moved across the courtyard with practiced ease, its wheels gliding over the stone path before finally coming to a stop near the main entrance. Even then... Anana remained completely unaware. Her eyes never left the page. The world beyond her book simply ceased to exist. Until… A gentle knock sounded at the door. Knock. Knock. The sound broke through her concentration at last. Her eyes finally lifted from the page. A second later, the door opened… Lucien stepped inside. Immediately, Anana closed her book. A smile found its way onto her lips as she rose from the fur chair. "You're back."

I said absentmindedly, trying to focus on the conversation. “Speaking of the future,” Ana said and sat up, gently removing her body from my grasp. “I can't wait to get back to my old life. I've missed it.” I snapped out my reverie and stared at her, my eyes narrowing. “Why? Aren't you happy here?” “It's not that I'm not happy,” she said. “But I miss my friends, my old neighbourhood. And our deal will be coming to an end in a few days time anyway.”

So I grab a notebook from the desk drawer—a pretty, leather-bound thing that smells like money and untapped potential—and start writing. Things I Remember from the Novel (or: My Half-Baked Guide to Not Dying Socially) Anastasia (that’s her name, right?) comes back from Europe in about two weeks. She’s fluent in French, plays the cello, and once rescued a puppy from drowning. Everyone adores her. Lyra—me—gets kicked out shortly after. No scandal. Just “you’ve grown so independent” energy and a disappearing bank account. Ethan Quan = second male lead. Wheelchair. Tragic backstory. Genius. Also, kind of hot? Yeah. Hot.

The dirt road must have narrowed because the rider fell back allowing the carriage to go first. When she looked back at Macilleus, she found him leaning to one side with his eyes closed. Feeling awkward, Anastasia tucked her knees and pulled her hands to her side. She slid to a corner and pulled her legs up to look outside, even though there wasn't much to see, she liked the fact that she was out of Vilinski and that every breath that she took had the taste of freedom. She hoped that they made it to Oraid as soon as possible. She remembered when she was just fourteen, how Iskra, her secret mentor at Vilinski was teaching her the art of swordfighting and had said