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I said, calling on her. "Ma'am, I have a questions based on titles." she replied, standing up and ducking her head shyly. "Yes, let me hear you." I said. "Does the title of the novel have to relate with the story, because I have read a lot of books where the storyline doesn't go with the title." she asked smartly. I cleared my throat loudly before replying. "Yes, the title of the book has to relate with the storyline, something that can get readers attention and make them curious to want to delve into the book." I replied her question the best way I can.

They are never and will never be satisfied no matter how good you treat them. They will always ask for favors but they will never have gratitude for it. They make you feel inferior and not good enough. You do not need to be good enough. You are perfect the way you are. I cannot say all but there are many other lessons to grasp from this story. Hope you loved it. And I will be much more pleased to meet you all in my next novel “Regained My LOVE (When the past hunts)” Genre: Romans The earlier novel I wrote is my first and best novel so far. I will love you, folks, to look if you have not yet.

She laughed and thought to herself "my weakness is teachers". -Well, I already told you my whole life story. Of course, when she told her life story she didn't include Gabriel. -Well look my life is not that interesting it is very common I have a family that does not live here my family is European I came to visit this country and I stayed here my family is a very traditionalist family they come from time to time to see me and I also go there from time to time I have two more brothers they live with my parents and I am a professor at several universities, so as you see my life is not very interesting.

Ivana narrowed her eyes at her. "Cause I'm the writer," Arielle shrugged her shoulders. "Writer?" 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.

It was late by the time I got home to pack. I sat down on the couch and glanced over at the dining table. It was a mess. There were dishes everywhere, as well as a plate of braised short ribs Dexter was known for and a pasta bake Brianna had been perfecting since forever. It wasn't hard to picture the two of them in the kitchen together while Brianna's ankle healed, cooking side by side, then sitting across from each other over drinks. And the diary I'd filled to 100 pages was underneath one of the dishes, used as a trivet. It was covered in grease stains.

he asked, disappointment laced in his tone. “Tell me a story,” she said, watching as his expression shifted from disappointment to confusion. “A story?” he muttered. “What kind of story?” “Don’t you know what a story is? Bedtime stories, novels, memoirs, biographies—things like that.” “Is that a joke?” he laughed. “Your lifestyle is so boring. How does a story entertain anybody? Horror, thrillers, silly romance, history—blah, blah, blah. It’s a waste of time.”

“Well, it wasn’t easy. I think I stood there for a solid ten minutes before taking the first one. But once I started… I didn’t want to stop. It felt—liberating.” Anna leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand like a kid about to hear a juicy secret. “Okay, but now you have to show me. I mean, you can’t just say something like that and not share.” I blinked. “You want to see my nudes?” She rolled her eyes. “Sofia, come on. We’ve literally changed in front of each other a thousand times. Remember that time in tenth grade we got locked out of the locker room during swim practice and had to strip in the janitor’s closet?”

a fantasy novel written by Worthwhile novels. "I hate you dan for hurting Jessie, she loves you and sacrifices everything for you…men are scum," Jeanne shouted. It was as if she read a true life story, forgetting it was just a fiction of a writer. Xena jumped on the bed, and she stood up hurriedly," What is it?" comes out of Xena's mouth, she was sleeping already, and she thought Jeanne had left for the king's chamber. Seeing the novel in her hand brought out an angry hiss. A hiss broke out of Xena's mouth, and she looked at Jeanne disdainfully.

What better way to eliminate boredom than by reading a book? I had recently downloaded a reading app, where you can read your favourite stories of different genres. Right now I am reading a novel called Loving Hayden. It is about two teens who were once archenemies but later became friends with their enemies. Okay, maybe not friends with benefits, more like enemies with benefits. I was eager to see where their relationship was going to lead. I continue to flip through my phone as I read the story. I was so engrossed with the story that I didn't realize how much time had passed. I was disturbed by the sound of a knock at the door.

I wiped the chocolate off my palm with my tongue. "Sara, are you starting a new story?" He seemed interested in hearing about my latest story. "Yes, I had inspiration for my new story last night." I told him with excitement. "So what's the plot of the story?" "Billionaire and his naughty authoress." My new book's title made him cough loudly. "Is it about us, Sara?" "No, it's a mixture of the two earlier stories I wrote." I was ecstatic as I told him about my new story.