One Day Novel Review Novels & Stories

“One night. That’s all it took to shatter everything I thought I knew. One night in a hotel room with a stranger who saw too much. One night when I thought I’d disappear afterward. But one night became a thread. A thread became a story. And the story became a revolution.” She closed the book and exhaled. It wasn’t an ending. It was the next chapter waiting to be written.

The first review I read was from a literary publication that described the book as unflinching and specific and written with the particular authority of someone who had lived inside the thing she was describing rather than observing it from outside. The second review used the phrase inside view. Not from the methodology. From the book. From the chapter about the Marlowe's dinner and eating the meal alone and going home with every piece of yourself intact. The third review was not a professional review. It was a message in the Aldrich Press reader feedback system, forwarded to me by Patricia. A woman who identified herself only as M. She said she had bought the book on Tuesday. She said she w

After hesitating for only a single second, he crouched down and took off Chloe’s shoe. “Don’t move. Let me rub it for you.” There wasn’t even a red bump on Chloe’s ankle, whereas I was convulsing all over from the intense agony. Yet, Greg’s eyes were focused entirely on her. Even though my chest was unbearably hot, I felt as though I had plummeted into an ice cellar. Cold tears slid down from the corners of my eyes. Eventually, the fire finally died out. After catching a glimpse of the skin that had been burned beyond recognition, everyone’s faces turned pale, and they couldn’t bear to stay any longer.

Just as it dared you to understand him, it revealed the commoner’s ultimate betrayal, transforming her into the story's true villainess. Mars was lost. The world outside the library’s single window dimmed from afternoon gold to deep twilight, then to the velvety black of true night. He only snapped out of it when he turned the final page, his body protesting with a chorus of aches. He blinked, his eyes stinging and watery, and groaned as he stood, his legs prickling with the agony of restored circulation. His phone screen glowed in the dark: past midnight. He had read for over ten hours, devouring a thousand pages without a single break. He stared at the strange novel with a mixture of awe a

Since it has been a few days since seeing real people, imagine my surprise when I’m woken up one morning by a giggly someone bouncing on my bed. ************** Please vote and like my story. This is my first book on GoodNovel and I need all the love I can get!

"I want a day off from all of them." Dess smiled, the full warm version. "Done," she said. "I'll make the soup." The morning passed slowly and pleasantly. Jayda finished the novel she had started the previous Sunday, the ending of it doing what good endings did, which was not resolve everything cleanly but leave you with the specific sense of having been somewhere real for the hours you spent inside it. She put it down and looked at the rain and felt the particular contentment of someone who had read a good book on a rainy Saturday and had nowhere to be and no decisions pending and was simply in the moment they were in without it requiring anything.

Besides tomorrow night is her flight for New York City and once she leaves this country she is not sure will she ever be able to come back here and above all meet these two kind people especially will she ever meet this English man who was making a special place in her heart – he was doing all those things to her which she only had heard from girls but never had she once felt or experienced those things she was feeling at the moment - maybe it is because in all these years she had never met a man like him. His touch and the way he looked at her was different, no men had ever looked her like that before and the way he said her name gave her the desire to hear him say her name again and again.

I assured her. "It's been seven years. Two thousand five hundred and twenty days, approximately. That's a whole lot of time" She muttered. "You must be really smart to have all that figure in your head. You lost me at two thousand" I mumbled but Alisa seemed to have heard me cause she chuckled. "So, what novel are you reading, princess? I hope you're not a romance freak" I tried to change the subject. She chuckled. "I wouldn't call it romance. The characters lack the drive and the very essence of the book is negligible. The writer seemed to have made sex the only purpose of the characters and even at that, the scenes are very disappointing. I wouldn't even call it erotica".

When Damon brought up the topic of my books I was scared as hell. I wondered if he came across my dark unholy novels, but fortunately the one he found was a light hearted funny novella. "Hmmm, is that all to it? I see you added bookmarks to some pages, are they..." I turned red instantly, "You asked me to tell you about the book right? Let me, why are you interrupting me?" I stated cutting him short. "Okay princess, go ahead." My lips spread into a smile as I told him all about the book, "So, the female lead is Emily, she just got out of an abusive marriage with nothing and then she crosses paths with this kid in danger and then she saves his life..."

Dante Two days pass, and Franco remains unconscious. I continue to clean his wound whenever I can. Hasan comes several times and brings us some food. He also stays for a few minutes to chat with me; he says he keeps me company so I don't feel alone. I appreciate his company. I like it. The best thing for them is that we leave soon. He doesn't want him and his grandfather to be in danger because of me.