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The same apartment where she wrote her story which was claimed to be plagiarized. She caught the sight of her laptop and walked closer. She turned it on and the cover picture of one of the female lead werewolf story she was writing, popped up. Another hit that is one of her popular books. The perfect, drawn picture of her female lead. She smiled bitterly as she stared at it. Her female lead have everything in this world. Her life is so perfect with her prince charming and all. How pathetic. There is no happy life." she said and typed on the chapter she was working on.

waited. There was some slight irritation where the laser was hitting him but other than that, nothing. Suddenly, a strange feeling appeared. He felt like there was something new inside his head. The robotic voice came again and gave further instructions. "Please close your eyes and concentrate. Imagine a safe place, any place, you are standing inside it. No one else can get in here, this is your personal palace..." Somehow Sheng Chen could feel himself falling asleep. The robotic voice sounded a bit hypnotic and Sheng Chen couldn't help but follow its directions. He did as told but after several minutes nothing happened. He kept trying over and over again and finally after a full hour h

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

The novel has 52 chapters including the prologue and epilogue. I closed my laptop before I walk out of my room, I look at Janine and Shia who are eating their chips while they are watching. “Oh, hi!” Janine greeted me when she noticed me. “You didn’t tell me that you’re going here,” I say, I sit beside her. “Is it required?” she asks, I laugh, “I’m watching with my friend, I don’t want to talk to anyone,” she added before she look at the TV again. Shia looked at Janine.

This is where our story ends…and my story begins. ____________ Even before I started this novel, I had this chapter planned out in my head. In a way, this chapter inspired the entire novel. And I couldn't be happier with how well this turned out. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Buckle up; the truth is about to be revealed. Give your hearts, Daisy Chaseley

As fireflies danced beyond the open windows and their children’s laughter echoed down the halls of the Greenwood home, the world exhaled. And in that exhale, peace bloomed. * * * * * * * * * * The End. * * * * * * * * * * Final Words to My Dear Readers Thank you—from the depths of my heart—to everyone who stood by me throughout this journey, even after long delays and uncertain pauses. Your patience, support, and unwavering belief in this story meant more to me than words can truly express. This was my very first novel, and with it came all sorts of experiments. I stumbled, learned, grew, and poured my heart into every chapter.

I'm on a roll here. "Ok," he says, disappointedly. He picks up a folio off his desk, the cover a dark blue color, and extends it to me. "We are embarking on a new project." I take the folio in my hands. "The Carreros' and Sheridans' project. It will be the first of many to come."

She turned the page, her fingers tracing the edges of the paper. The next entry was dated, and the ink was a deep, vivid red. It was a story, told in the first person, of an encounter that took place in a dimly lit alley behind a bar. The atmosphere was thick with tension, a charged current that seemed to vibrate in the air. Pinky leaned in closer, her heart skipping a beat as she read the words.

I wonder why he even tried to offer an apology in the first place. A loud slam interrupts my thoughts and the penthouse is silent. I creep up to the door, cracking it open to ensure that Anthony was really gone before making my way down the hallway to explore my new home. I don’t really care for the bedrooms on the second floor so I make my way down to the foyer again. I breeze past the living room, not wanting to be reminded of the earlier conversation that took place, and head into the kitchen.