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I'm starting a new novel! I'm so excited to share with you guys the other novel I've been plotting lately. Queen Of Ace What is this novel all about? =If you haven't read my first novel, His Fragile Flame, I uploaded in this app, this is only "a part" of it but can be read as "stand-alone". This story was written in different character's perspective and her back story before His Fragile Flame. You don't have to read the first book to understand this novel, and I think it's better if you read this before that because HFF has spoilers.

Thank you and have a happy new year! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE NINE MONTHS Thank you so much! This woman suddenly become startled.

The saga continues with Book Two, Lullaby. If you’d like a paperback copy of Fable for your bookshelf, check out the print version on Amazon – it’ll make an enchanting addition to your book collection ;) Just search for 'Fable by Saskia Snow; on Amazon and you'll find it. And if you enjoyed reading Fable as much as I enjoyed writing it, please leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads.

“He has not; I forbade him. But I have had enough of it, and now I go to him, since he, being in service, cannot come to me. I intended to ask of you and my benefactress a refuge for this maiden while I went to Rashroff alone; but since you say that it is safe everywhere, I will take her. She is curious, the magpie, to see the world. Let her look at it.” “And let people look at her,” put in Zastar. “Ah, they would have nothing to see,” said the young lady, out of whose dark eyes and mouth, fixed as if for a kiss, something quite different was speaking. “An ordinary puss, nothing more than a puss!” said Sir Novoveski. “But if she sees a handsome officer, something may happen; therefore I chos

She spoke drastically. Zara shook her head watching Sophia intently. "I borrowed his note and in the middle, I wrote him a poem and a love letter. Then returned his book to him in hopes he would read it and maybe he might also feel the same as me. but he gave it to his friends and they all mocked me. Though the whole school didn't know so I was saved a bit but I felt so open, I wanted the ground to open and swallow me. I found out my friends set me up to be disgraced. Cos the guy had a nice record of turning girls down and I didn't know!" She finished and laughed alongside Zara at her story.

The arm holding Amy was firm but not tight. She could smell his body. It had a unique scent. She saw his nostrils flare and wondered if he smelled her too. He affected all her senses. She first noticed it when she saw him on the television screen. Having him this close was torture. She didn't know how to make him release her arm. It made her uncomfortable and she could feel the unexpected warmth of his hand. She thought vampires were cold. Her mind still had trouble processing what she saw and heard. She remembered reading a time travel novel many years ago. It was entirely too "way out there" for her, and she kept thinking while reading that the heroine too easily accepted the things that h

The air crackled with the energy of accumulated knowledge, and the scent of aging parchment filled their senses. Row upon row of ancient tomes lined the shelves, their spines bearing the weight of forgotten stories. As the pack members carefully selected books, the whispers of the past danced in their ears, beckoning them to discover the truths hidden within. Rachel immersed herself in a book that revealed the ancient migration patterns of creatures long gone, tears of both joy and sorrow streaming down her face. She felt connected to the spirits of those who came before, their journeys echoing through her own soul. Sarah found a volume that chronicled the lost art of communication with the

Ava's POV: I picked out a thick leather bound book from the shelf. Its black rough surface was covered with dust. Wiping it with my palm, I looked at the title. Senex Animarum. Once again, I felt the frustration gripping my insides. Every single book in this place was filled with a language I didn't know. I should've taken French this semester. But this language looked nowhere near French. I opened the book and looked at the worn out dust-filled pages. There were diagrams. And foreign words.

Dirty. The first touch made me shiver. "Relax," he whispered. I tried to. The first finger slid in carefully. He paused every second to read my face. I moaned softly at the feeling. "This good?" I nodded. He added another, twisting gently. My body tensed, then opened for him. I let my head fall back. "Hope you're okay?" he asked. I nodded, not trusting myself to talk. He finally moved over me again, and I saw it—the hesitation in his eyes, and the hunger beneath it. I reached for him, wrapped my arms around his neck.

The Nouveau-riche Romance Chapter three "So he is the CEO of his own private company, at just twenty-eight?" Joan held up a pink puff sleeves dress up for Francesca's appraising eyes. "What about this?" "He is not the sole owner of Maven enterprise, but yeah he runs the place," Francesca fixed the dress Joan held up for her with a look of distaste. "Isn't that old, don't you have any new ones?" Francesca rummages through the bundle of clothes on Joan's bed, "what did you do with all your time in Washington?"