Romans & histoires Novel William

“Dinner is ready sir.” William drying his hair with a towel. “I'm not hungry,” he said, sitting down on the bed. “You can go now …” “Matthew,” the butler said. “You can go now Matthew, thank you” “Very well,sir” Matthew said, shutting the door behind him. William climbed on top of the bed, sliding into the thick blanket, his head the only visible part of his body. “It's cozy,” he murmured, snuggling into the bed. “I will write in my will for me to be buried in this bed.”

the lord is with thee blessed are… “ I asked you to have dinner with me “ and he walks off Well that's reassuring, at least the world isn't ending “Helloooo I've been speaking girl , that was Williams wasn't it ?” “ Sorry I forgot you were on the line” “Bitch… So you're having dinner together?” “ Yeah I guess … I mean what's the harm?” “ Oh my God “ she says laughing” there's going to be a story soon . I should write a book” “ Relax runner, it's just dinner” “ Yeah that's how it starts …then it'll be just dinner and sex and dinner and sex leads to marriage.”

“Aunt, the note was significant. I love it. I fall in love from the first line and there’s a rhythm from the beginning to the end. The word usage was fantastic. I love it so much that if it’s a poem, I will rate it ten out of ten. You’re such a talented writer,” “How many novels have you published?” He asked. Elsie shook her head. “None. I love writing, but I never thought of writing a novel. I thought it was a waste of time.” She spoke out. Williams withered his face. “Writing is a waste of time?” He exclaimed. He chuckled and let out. “If I haven’t liked you before you say this, it’s enough reason for me to hate you forever.” “But-” Elsie wanted to give an excuse, but Williams cut her off.

“If you don’t want to lie down, at least sit by the bed until I fall asleep. Then you can go crash on the couch.” Realizing there was no winning this, William finally nodded. “Fine. I’ll grab a chair and sit by your bed until you’re asleep.” “Good.” Back in the bedroom, Liz curled up under the blanket while William sat at her bedside, quietly watching her. After a while, she opened her eyes again. “Nope, still can’t sleep.” “Then I’ll read to you,” he offered. He got up, retrieved a novel from the study, and began to read aloud. His voice was low, smooth, and soothing, the kind that could melt through the dark. Before long, Liz’s breathing slowed, soft and even.

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“Good…you are the author of the story about Denzel hitting his maid, aren’t you?” William didn’t hesitate. “Yes.” “How did you know?” “Eva…Eva gave me the story. She said it was authentic and all I had to do was write.” The man hesitated. “How did she know?” The hot tong neared him and William calculated that he had barely a minute before his face got smeared by the daunting object. “I don’t know! I swear it,” he cried. “You don’t?” “I swear it!” “How could a writer be so careless?!”

She would usually do it herself but now that she wasn't here, Anthony felt lost. He decided to distract himself from thinking about her by watching some TV, but it got boring real soon. "Mr. DeMarco, sorry to bother you again." It was the housekeeper again. Anthony looked at her. "You are not bothering me. Is there something wrong?" he asked. "No sir, nothing is wrong. I just found this book lying on the ground. I figured it could be something important, so I thought I would give this to you," she said and handed him a red leather-bound book that looked like a journal.

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"What do you like to do in your spare time, William? It seems that you spend a lot of time inside. Don't you get bored?" "I spend my time reading, of course. My favorite is James Bond Series written by Ian Fleming. I am sure you know who that is. Of course, you young people fawn over the movies, but I enjoy the books immensely." William said and took a sip of his coffee. "Funny you should say that because I have a present for you," I smirked. William looks at me questioningly. "You didn't have to bring me anything," he shakes his head. "You would want this present, William. Trust me." My eyes glinted with excitement. I spent a week trying to think of a way to impress William and now was my c

"Ugh!" William woke up after sleeping all afternoon until the sky turned dark. He sat up and scanned his dimly lit bedroom. The man was looking for Emmy. It turned out his sweet little girlfriend was fast asleep on the single sofa with a book in her lap. A bright reading lamp was on beside her. William then got out of bed. He walked over to Emmy, took the thick book World Architecture, The Masterworks by Will Pryce from her grasp, and set it on the side table.