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She said and took me to the reception area where I saw another pretty girl sitting and reading a magazine. "Hey Anna! I'm great you're here, Mr. Toshiba called and he wants to make some amends in his new hotel, he'll be dropping by in a while." She said and then looked at me for a while. "Oh yes I do remember. He did not like the arrangement of the chairs." Anna said and I stared at the other girl, she looked too familiar. It felt like Jamais Vu, the feeling in which you look at a person, place or a situation, which reminds you of something, and with this girl, this feeling was way too strong. I knew this was a friend by the way I was feeling around her.

Welcome dudes and dudeths! I'm honestly Soo excited to start writing a book of this caliber. Apparently this is my very first Nigerian book, yup very first. I've always had the thought of writing a book that brings awareness to some of the bad things going on in our society today, practically to all teens out there in the world, and how we can change our society at large. I honestly hope my book reaches out to people out there. Some of the things this book is going to surround on would be,

Feeling defeated I opened the shop ready for another day in what felt like for one of the first times, repetitive and almost boring. The morning customers are different to the night, I guess they were used to seeing Blake as some of then seemed down right rude to me, but the grocer was in what was thought of as a high end area, so I guess they just went about their day differently. After the morning rush was done, I went out the back office one more time to give the password a crack, the only thing I hadn't tried was Blake's favourite food with his favourite number, seemed too simple but I had nothing to lose so I entered Pasta33 and it worked! I rolled my eyes a little as it wasn't exactly

The first novel I read was by Louisa May Alcott; Little Woman, and then moved on to other feminist novels such as Handmaid's Tale and Pride and Prejudice—the book I'm holding right now. Well, I shouldn't be going around the library looking for a novel I like because what I'm supposed to be doing is taking care of a crazy bastard named Rhysand del Millero, who's on the phone. But I don't want to do that. I'd rather buy time with the books in front of me until the helicopter he's waiting for comes over to the bullshit he started. Damn, I hate this situation. I hate being stuck with a domineering, powerful man who loves to be heard more than to hear, and hates that I can't do anything.

While I was still standing there in a stupor, Bianca stepped past me and opened the door herself. A fair, thin boy walked in, dragging a suitcase in his left hand and carrying a huge stack of books in his right, swaying under the weight. Bianca quickly took the books from him. "Let me." The face in front of me overlapped with the face in the photo. It was Mason. Bianca dragged Mason's suitcase toward the guest room. As she passed me, she started explaining awkwardly.

I looked at the electronic clock, which was still ticking, and the time stopped at 00:00. "Well, is it that late already?" After turning off the beeping electronic clock, I had to slowly bend down to check the notebook back up from the ground because my body was injured, and when I took the notebook back and was about to continue to check it, a new line of handwriting suddenly appeared in the notebook, and just like the handwriting was very neat as if written by a machine. "Please pick the weirdness you will encountered." " Earth-level weirdness: "It" originally with a hopeful heart, but in the end was consumed by despair. "

It was a journal - but whose? "Open it," The Shadow urged. "You'll find all the answers you seek within its pages." Celess hesitated for a moment before flipping open the book. What she saw inside made her blood run cold. It was her father's journal. Celess's heart raced as she flipped through the pages of her father's journal. Memories flooded back to her as she read about her father's struggles with being a vampire, his innermost thoughts and feelings about their kind and their place in the world.

Then she tapped it with a smile. Her very first novella [Is there a reason "why?”]. That is the title of the book. Leah purchased it online. Her eyeglass is on the desk. Leah pats softly, opens, and put on at her blurry eyes. Leah arranged her glasses and moved the book. [IS THERE A REASON "WHY?”] A light novel [Light Novel]

I was just looking, the way you do in a quiet moment in someone else's space, taking notes. One book was slightly out of alignment with the rest. It was pulled out and pushed back at a slight angle, the way books look when they've been taken down and replaced repeatedly without quite being slotted back into the correct position. I don't know why I crossed the room. Maybe it was curiosity to know what type of book it was. I pulled it out. It was a novel written in Italian, the spine had worn soft with use. I turned it over in my hands and then opened the front cover, and there it was.

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. A burst of laughter tore the silence in the room, "Nice one," Ivana laughed out aloud. "I know it's hard to believe but it's true," Arielle let out a nervous laugh.