Novel Never Novels & Stories

I was literally the one in charge when our boss is not around. I'm Gwen Shivers, twenty two years old. Not your regular beauty because I had a lot of freckles I don't consider myself as pretty. I've lived alone all my life since I could remember. I had no parents or family member, I was brought up by old Maggie who happens to be my neighbor. She told me my mum left one day and left me, not that I remembered anything. I don't know her face, I didn't find any pictures or anything that will even give me the clue to remember her. So, I just decided to forget her since I didn't mean much to her as she just decided to leave me. I work here as a fashion designer and illustrator. I worked my ass off

The mighty moon watched over us, a silent witness to our love and the promises of a future filled with joy and endless possibilities. __________ Dear readers, What an amazing journey this has been! A whole year ago, I embarked on the adventure of writing this novel, and alongside the resilient Nesta, I have witnessed myself grow and let go of the fears that once bound me. It's been a transformative experience, and I couldn't be more grateful for your support throughout.

"You want to be loved, but seeing as you're lonely, no one will love you. You want to be enough for yourself, but you don't like yourself very much. You once watched Little Women and cried like a baby, because you think your life sucks and you see Jo March, you look like Jo March, you feel like Jo March, you want to be a powerful woman who is not just kno. " I shake my head, feeling frustrated, I wonder why his words are still stuck in my head. Once again, I direct my attention back to the beautiful book in my hands. It is a beautifully written and captivating novel that explores the themes of freedom, identity, and the human desire for connection. The story is set in France during the 18th

I can speak but I choose not to because I'm afraid. My legs are barely usable from the constant broken bones that healed incorrectly. Standing or walking for more than ten minutes I start to have pain in my bones. Yet I still have to do everything around the house I have learned to endure the pain. It also doesn't help that I don't know how to read or write since no one ever taught me I had to learn things from observation. I remember when I was about six or seven there was a little girl named Anna who lived next door to me. She sometimes would sneak over when no one was home and we'd play. She taught me many things like colors, shapes, and numbers.

When I first arrived in this world, the system promised me a deal—if I could win the heart of just one of the four guys it picked for me within 25 years, I would get to go back to my real life. However, 25 years went by, and I did not manage to win over any of them. Maybe it was just my fate. I walked all the way to the busiest overpass I could find. The system told me I had to face failure on my own. As I looked at the cars zooming by, I remembered all the cold looks from those guys. It was all because of Lucia Jones, the one everyone loved. The system said it was not my fault. After all, Lucia was the star, and the guys just could not help but fall for her.

And just like that, I found myself sliding into the car beside him, unaware that by the time the day was done, I’d wish I’d never opened that envelope at all. The road to the old warehouse stretched in silence. The city faded behind us, replaced by skeletal trees and forgotten factories—ghosts of an industrial age long gone. Daniel drove without speaking, his jaw tight, his fingers drumming lightly against the steering wheel. I sat with the manila folder clutched in my lap, the missing page haunting me like a phantom limb. The file said Warehouse Fire – 2013. The same warehouse that once held Daniel’s first company. The same fire that was linked to Pierce.

She was unaware that experiencing heartbreak could cause your body to feel as though it were gushing blood. Elle didn't turn around when the plane touched down. --- In a dilapidated building on the outskirts of the city, she discovered a tiny room. The walls were yellowed and There was a creak in the floor. The window opened just enough but no one knew her name, and the door was locked and had a bed. The following week, she began working. She was taken in ‘no questions’, ‘no contract’ by a small bookshop on a quiet street. She organised books, stacked shelves, and tidied up storerooms that reeked of dust and untold tales.

Hello my beautiful readers! Please take a moment to read this short note, as it will explain what is yet to come and may answer questions you have. Zade was the lead I never knew I needed 🥹 he came in as a villain, and left with many hearts. He has fast become one of my favourite men ♥️ The next and final book in the series is a novell, which I don’t currently have an exact date for, but please visit the book occasionally if you don’t get notifications.

She never so much as blinked. Whenever I tried calling her "Lea" as a joke, she wrinkled her nose and told me to stop. She said it was cringey and that it gave her goosebumps. The food began to arrive. Escargot, foie gras, oysters, mussels and poached salmon. I looked at the spread and did not pick up my silverware. Across from me, Grant had been bouncing with excitement since the first dish landed. Every new plate earned a small gasp, and he gripped his knife and fork like a kid who could not wait another second.

His cane tapped softly against the marble. He stopped only a few feet away, his eyes searched my face, then my hands, then my feet, "What is this called?" My lips felt dry, "The Four Lives I Never Chose." He waited. I looked across the gardens, "The first girl grows up afraid of her own home. The second mistakes a cage for love," I swallowed, "The third finally finds someone worth loving... and never gets to keep him. And the last girl loses the only person who ever made her feel safe."