Novel & Cerita Novel C I N T A

Ivana narrowed her eyes at her. "Cause I'm the writer," Arielle shrugged her shoulders. "Writer?" Ivana cocked her head to the side. "Remember I promised to fess up everything, I think it's time, Ivana, I know it's hard to believe what I'm going to say but please be patient, I'll explain everything to you. The truth is this world is the world I created, in short, we're inside my novel," She confessed.

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she said as she stood up hastily. Claretta just smiled, taking some files from another employee. Claretta watched in surprise, many of them were busy playing on their cell phones rather than busy doing their work in front of the computer. "What are you doing?" asked Claretta curiously. Several people started to gather around him and show them their electronic novels. "Look at this!" suddenly a cell phone pointed at Claretta's face. For a moment, Claretta saw the title of the novel 'Knight and 4 Ultimate'. Claretta skimmed the title of the online novel and Claretta felt dizzy at their behavior.

I couldn’t even realize someone had entered the library. I glanced at him as it was mostly like a glare. My gaze fell on his dimple. Daim Kadwani. This man always radiated some negative vibes as if something evil was going behind his eyes and dimpled face. He basically mocked at my sitting position and the fact that I was pasted yellow because of the turmeric. “What are you doing here in the dark?” He asked again as he walked towards the switch board and turned on all the lights of the library. I was so excited to read that I just started reading in the moonlight coming from the wall length window behind me.

On New Year’s Eve, Kian Newman never came home. Instead, he had someone deliver a container of frozen ravioli and sent me a single message: "Stay safe this year." I had barely locked the screen when a photo popped up in the company group chat. Isabel Wilkinson, Kian's assistant, had posted it. It was a lavish holiday dinner spread across the table, every dish clearly homemade. The caption read: "Someone spent all day cooking so I could have a taste of home. Love you."

With the mystery surrounding her disappearance, maybe it was better for her to take the initiative to contact them. Mike felt this was the best solution too. If the news was true, then Vinca was better off where she was until the truth was unveiled. Mrs. Chase clutched at her husband's hand in despair. What amazed them was that Damont had only visited his in-laws once since Vinca's disappearance. Mr. Chase had a foreboding feeling, wishing he had never made that deal with Damont. ***** Nice County is so named because its place is only for good. The crime rate is at zero, everybody knows each other, and peace is the order of the day.

The kind of look one would give a stranger on the street—no love, no hate, nothing at all. At last, he understood. He had lost me forever. Months later, I read in the news that Joe's university was embroiled in an academic scandal. Ivy's family was implicated too, and their empire crumbled into bankruptcy. Sasha called, gossiping that Joe could not withstand the blow and had gone mad. Meanwhile, my Rebirth series won the International Art Gold Award of the year. When I heard the news, Nathan came out of the studio, wrapped his arms around me from behind, and rested his chin lightly on my shoulder.

He was good, like really good. As I turned the next page, I found not the eyes of a wolf but the eyes of Katarina staring back at me, her beautiful hair cascading over one side of her shoulder and a beautiful smile lighting up the curves of her lips. Damn, he got every single detail of Katarina perfect, right down to the tiny scar she had on the corner of her eyebrow. Honestly in real life its near invisible to the eye, the only telltale that it was even there was the slight lack of hair where her eyebrow should be but nowhere near noticeable unless she told you the story of how she had acquired it. I turned another page yet again finding another portrait of Katarina only this time she was a

“Well, every Hunter and every Guardian has a device implanted directly into his or her eye. It’s called an Intelligence Assistance Communicator, or IAC. It’s basically the smallest and most powerful computer ever invented. It allows you to communicate via thought with anyone else who also has an IAC implant. We can also access the use of each other’s eyes, record data, etc. just by our thoughts.” Cadence looked around the room to see if anyone else was buying this. “Seriously?” she asked, “You expect me to believe that you each have a computer chip in your eye that lets you communicate telepathically? No way, that’s not possible. I believe the Vampires, Ternions, and the Pastels, or whatever

“For the past twenty years, your father and I have kept the crime we committed a secret. It is time you fully understand what happened then.” Marinduque, 1999 (THE PAST) The late afternoon sun bathed Carla’s elegant mansion in a warm, golden light. Manicured gardens stretched out from the grand veranda, fragrant with blooming hibiscus, orchids, and jasmine. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of ancient acacia trees, carrying the sweet scent of tropical flowers. One year after her husband’s untimely death, Carla had chosen to remain in the countryside rather than return to the bustling capital. Childless and now alone, she found quiet companionship in her loyal household staff and the peacefu