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--- Elsewhere… Nelly Couldn’t Finish the First Page Nelly sat in her room, sadness weighing heavily on her face. She felt as if Naomi had taken Adel from her completely. She stepped out, hesitant, and stopped at Naomi’s door. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle… then slowly turned it. The room lit up. It was neatly arranged. On the table lay a book Naomi had been reading. She approached and picked it up. The title read: “Your Eyes Found Me – A Novel” She turned off the light and left.

Her bedroom in my estate was larger than her entire living unit. “Sit,” she motioned toward the sofa. As she went to prepare tea, something on the table caught my eye. My heart nearly stopped. There it was: The Book of Outer Land. In an instant, everything clicked. The "strange lady" my mother had mentioned was Novel. And the "scared librarian" Novel had talked about was my mother. I felt a surge of relief, followed by a bit of embarrassment. How had I been so blind? “It’s eye-catching, right?” she asked, setting the tea down.

From now on, I just wanted a quiet life with Aunt Helena, far away from all the pain. When George searched the city for me in vain, he finally realized that the fleeting happiness he had stolen had slipped from his hands. What he lost was not just a fiancée, but a chance to make amends to a person he would never be able to regain. Meanwhile, under the foreign sun, I looked at my gentle aunt by my side. A long-lost, genuine smile finally appeared on my face. For the rest of my life, there would be peace.

After storing her luggage at a small hotel, she began to wander aimlessly through the streets. She ordered a bowl of comforting stew, sat at a noisy roadside stall, and drank a cold beverage. Her entire body and mind began to unwind. Her phone chimed with a ding. She opened her new WhatsApp account, which contained only a few contacts. The message was from Nathaniel, and there were two texts.

She raised her brows. “Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, seriously! Ah yous should check it out too, come I’ll read it out to you, it’s great!” She clapped her hands in excitement. “No thank you, you know I don’t read romance,” He shook his head. “But it’s a unique one,” She protested, “A popular mystery/thriller writer is thrown inside her own novel! How cool is that?” “Hmm?” he raised his brows. “Did it pick your interest?” She wiggled her brows. “Ah, the guy has the same name as you, by the way,” She added.

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Edith’s POV My hands flew against my mouth in complete shock as I watched Heather storm off from my hideout, behind the wall. I had accidentally overheard the horrifying conversation between her and a strange man. Murphy wasn’t the father of her unborn child? I had always known that Heather could be unpredictable and wild, but I’d never thought she would do something this dreadful to her husband. Murphy and our parents would be absolutely gutted by this secret, and now that I had mistakenly discovered it, I knew I had to tell someone.

The amount of natural disasters they’ve had here makes it nearly impossible to get past the smell of earth and destruction—fire leaves a distinct odor wherever it goes. At least she responded to the mind-link. That’s more than I was expecting. I figured she’d just ignore me and leave me guessing as to whether or not she’s here, but I know she is now, and I’ve had one of my most trusted advisors reading over the book that was found in her room in an attempt to figure out where she might be going. So far, he hasn’t come up with much of an answer. “It’s a long book, Your Majesty, and I don’t have a lot of references to go by.”

Finding a book in his drawer having contents of all the people he had saved from dying and then finding that he is actually a romance loving person made me believe that I have actually never known him. However, I hate creepy love stories and I started looking forward. there were no criminal stories or some perplexing mysteries at all that would make me go gaga. I was eventually broken by this huge absence in an important book shelf. How was Damon even handling mafia business or he was just a sensitive boy running after his father ordered him things.

Although she always told herself that and ended up either forgetting or postponing it. Other than the AC problem, Chloe's place was nice. It was a fabulous flat—a one-bedroom apartment with a great kitchen and real hardwood floors. Reluctant to leave—both the apartment and the bed—Chloe moaned and stretched. The erotic novel she had been reading before she slept off the previous night was still on the bed next to her, open to page one-twenty-three. She trailed her finger over the page, then closed her eyes, remembering the way the delicious, decadent words had played over her body, with a little help from her fingers, of course....while thinking about Timothy. She stretched like a cat, tempt