Oscar Wilde Novel Novels & Stories

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My hands cradle my stomach, nursing my own nausea to avoid throwing up over the side of the bed. “He’s being very nice to you," she says softly, sitting close to me on the edge of the bed. She's been waiting to taunt me with that. “Eyla!” I admonish, slapping her arm with what little strength I have. She bites her lower lip, grinning. “Admit it. He wouldn’t do this for anyone else.” “He’s a creep. And this place…creepy," Will mutters. He's wandering around the room, opening the drawers of the dresser, inspecting everything with disturbing detail.

The Duke of Venice, after one more attempt to win Miss Tellaro, returned to the siege of Miss Tyley Long, but in the clubs his chances of success were held to be slim, the lady having began to show signs of favoring Mr Wellesley Poole's suit. At the beginning of March all other subjects of interest faded before a new and scintillating one. One name was on everybody's lips, and no drawing-room could be found without a copy of Half Breed lying upon the table. Only two cartons of this work had been published, but over these two everyone was in raptures. Lady Astha, sprung suddenly into fame, was held to have eclipsed all other novelists, and happy was the hostess who could secure her to add dis

The same apartment where she wrote her story which was claimed to be plagiarized. She caught the sight of her laptop and walked closer. She turned it on and the cover picture of one of the female lead werewolf story she was writing, popped up. Another hit that is one of her popular books. The perfect, drawn picture of her female lead. She smiled bitterly as she stared at it. Her female lead have everything in this world. Her life is so perfect with her prince charming and all. How pathetic. There is no happy life." she said and typed on the chapter she was working on.

That is the short story of the romantic novel she had heard during her life in Indonesia. 'Bastard! I've never done those terrible things! I've never slept with anyone other than Hayden, my husband! But why is my baby have not the royal family’s blood? Crazy… this is all crazy… this world really just sided with the plot of that damn novel! My ten years of hard work so that I don't have the same fate as the villainess Fuschia in the novel, turns out to be in vain.' Fuschia sobbed as the guards pushed her roughly into the narrow old wooden wagon while clutching her baby tightly.

Because that’s the thing about savage love— It doesn’t ask for permission. It devours. And the night it all began? It was under glittering chandeliers, in a ballroom that smelled of champagne and secrets—the night I first saw Zane Wilde. ---- The ballroom glittered under a cascade of crystal chandeliers, the hum of laughter and clinking glasses weaving a symphony of luxury and power. The air smelled faintly of roses and money, a heady mix that belonged to a world I didn’t often step into.