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uttered Dylan. What did I like to do most? Oh yes, I know what I like to do most! I love reading, novels. This is my most deliberately favourite thing! I still remember that time, when it all started, when I got a book from the fair, I didn't know what was that novel about, and what it is! I know you must be wondering, 'How can I purchase a novel without seeing it or without knowing what was it about?', so there was a section in a fair, where all the books were covered with coloured sheets of paper. It had only its genre, written on the coloured paper, which was covered in books, they called it a blind date with books! That day I got very suspicious, about them! they were all fascinating t

He already felt I am someone he knows. Me: I don't know, or let's just conclude whatever I think about you stays with me. Mystery man: Okay I really don't like it when people reply me with just okay. Me: Did you hear about the new contest on GoodNovel? Obviously he would have heard about it, but I felt I needed to keep on with our conversations.

[JANE] “What’s your novel about?” I inquired as I took a sip from my coffee. Luna looked at me for a second before she squinted her eyes and hummed as if she’s trying to recall what her novel is about. Her tongue clicked before she spoke. “My novel is about two people who met in an unexpected situation. One made a bet and the other agreed, one life is at stake. I don’t want to spoil that much because I want you to read it yourself”, she smiled but I was too distracted to smile back. I was once again terrified at the thought that this is somewhat connected to me and Khali. Who is this person in front of me, sipping her coffee, wearing a cheerful and attractive smile on her face?

“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

I don’t play games. Eric: How are you? Irina: I’m good, right now I am here at Coffee Bean, drinking a cup of caramel macchiato, and eating a slice of milk tea cake and writing a novel. Eric: Wow, delicious. What genre of novel is that? Irina: About dreams and time travel, self-love, peace and isolation, loneliness, desperation, and life and death. It’s not a love story, but almost a love story. Eric: Doesn’t sound like a love story to me, but it seems Interesting,

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“I’m fine, but I’ll still come over, that is if Mrs. Kamron is okay with it.” I shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I be? I do have a novel to write, so I won’t be available much of this weekend anyway.” “Whoa! You’re writing a novel?” Nate asked. “And you two never answered me about meeting my cousins.” “We’d love to meet your cousins, and yes, I’m writing a novel.” The bell rang and we couldn’t talk again until after class. “What’s your novel about?” Nate asked as we walked to science. I smirked at him. “Which one?”

Surprisingly, we coexist in silence for a few minutes until Lucenzo lets out a groan, turning his head to face me. "How loudly do you have to chew that gum?" He slams his laptop shut. "I can't get any work done with you popping it every five seconds." I give him a sheepish look."Sorry, it's a habit of mine. It helps me calm my nerves." "What do you have to be nervous about?" You. "I'm not good in tight spaces." A white lie. I do hate being confined to tight spaces with nothing to do for a long period. He presses a button that drops the panel down."How long till we get there, James?"

I will continue to greet you all steadily. Then, please stay healthy this summer, have many happy things happen to you, and enjoy many other novels on GoodNovel. Although I am a baby novice author taking toddler steps right now, my inner skills are firmly built up, so I will show you how I grow. The greeting became long. Thank you for reading. ^^