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" angry with the author's stupid dog shit novel; she hurriedly opened her keyboard and typed in " THIS IS ABSOLUTELY NONSENSICAL NOVEL , F*CK YOU AUTHOR!" But cursing the author once wasn't enough for her so she repeatedly cursed the novel and the author . The Fl was putiful but so was Chelsea under WHAT premises was Lilian allowed to have a HE but Chelsea was given a BE? " Iliana! We will be late for Mrs Sushma's hindi lecture " " I'm coming Rohini " Iliana shouted to her best friend and rushed out from her room but as soon as she stood up her head started to feel dizzy .

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.

Dante asked. "Good," Elian confirmed. He set his notebook on the desk — the one from the plane, with three lines in it. He set the laptop beside it. He looked at the arrangement for a moment with the satisfaction of something clicking into place. "What's the novel about?" Dante asked. He was in the doorway. He hadn't planned to ask. It arrived. Elian turned. "Two men," he said. "One who was built to be invisible and one who was built to make things visible. What happens when the universe puts them in the same place."

I reply before our lips touch. The end. Thank you for reading this novel. I hope you liked it. If you enjoyed it, I invite you to check out these other novels here in the app: Married to the Mafia Flowers for Olivia Between the Mobster and the CEO You can find more information about these books on my I* page @ninastoriesgn

Bisola nod her head and sit down, many thought are running in her head, she didn’t want her new boss to be disappointed in her, thus she already prepared her mind for any question that might be thrown at her, that same moment he quickly text her friend and Mrs Kike about her success in the in the interview. About the minute later, Victoria urge her to go in. Bisola nod her head and she stands at the door, she sign out and finally open the door, but nothing prepared Bisola for the mental trauma that she experience next, never in her wildest imagination did she expect to comes across him again. Bisola gasp out when she enters into the room, sitting ahead of him is Handsome stranger, the one ma

I basked in the warm sunlight pouring through the window and stretched lazily. Oh, didn't I mention that little detail? I was the overpowered hero of a harem power-fantasy novel. Perhaps I forgot. But honestly, that didn't matter. Being the hero was just damn satisfying.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

Emily turned her laptop screen toward me. "We just received an anonymous email. It claims you're a novelist, and that you wrote a book where a CEO led an office bullying campaign that drove three women to suicide. The company in your novel uses the same initials as ours. A few years back, that triggered a PR crisis for us and tanked our stock." "The company is taking this very seriously. Is there anything you'd like to explain?" "I never wrote anything like that. I write romance novels. The author of that thriller is the very famous mystery writer J. Nova—it was one of his earlier works, not many people have read it."