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0076: Dear Handsome and Strong Evil Spirit 007: Treasure Hunt 0078: Small Dk Joe 0079: I Know It Is You 0080; This Is Your World! 0081: The White Lady's Request 0082: We Did Not Kill HIm 0083: It Was Never An Error To Begin With _______ END of BOOK 1

I said while we were walking back to madam Debua's office ******************* Awwwn 🥺🥺🥺 What will you do if you were in her shoes The chapter is teary 🤧 but the next will be exciting Please vote for the chapter if you find it worthy of your votes See you on Monday during my next update You can check out my new book "loving the schools bad boy" while you wait for the update. Bye 😘

“Do you remember where it is? Harold whispered. “Shhh!” Trisha replied, turning back to look at him. Then in a voice softer than Harold's she replied, “Yes, I do. Please don't make a noise. Text me if there's anything you want to say. My phone's on vibration.” She paused before contemplating what to say next and in those couple of seconds, three short, manly grumbles quaked through the benighted atmosphere, “And so should yours, too.” They continued wriggling their way through the dusty shelves then at last, Trisha stopped in front of a shelf, stood upright; to her full height—Wilkes and Harold doing the same, too, and pulled out a book that looked like it'll powderize at the slightest touc

I wanna if someone out there is reading my book hope you enjoyed this chapter lots of love faiyth♡♡♡

"Yes, we are. And we're going to enjoy it." TBC 1010 word count. Xoxo... we're almost done. My book L'Angelo Dell Terrore Is out now on Goodnovel. Pls add to library lovelies. 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 1

CHAPTER 27: HOW DARE YOU BITCH CHARLOTTE'S POV : Two days after my best friend and her surprise girlfriend shenanigan I think I became so much better and cool with everything and yes I love life now. This book is sooo dumb I threw the book to the door “ arghhhh I don't think life works like this stupid book” I quickly went to take a shower and then headed straight to put on my joggers cause today I had PE which means I have to dress all sporty and pretend I love greek yogurt.

He goes away while I'm staring at everyone, trying to keep myself busy with my thoughts even though I feel out of place. He returned with a canned drink; we found a spot to see and finally sat. I suck at starting up a conversation; instead, I focus on scrolling through my phone while Daniel discusses it with the rest of the people sitting with us; it's a table of four. Then everywhere goes silent; the author of the book goes to the stage, and behind the stage is a projector displaying the book with animation that accompanies it. Titled, “When I broke free”It's a middle-aged woman, possibly in her late 40s.She begins.

“After one shirtless vision?” “He glowed,” I whispered. “So does fungus. That don’t make it mate material.” “Did you see those abs? I could use them to cut bread.” “Girl, I know you’re lonely, but let’s not go feral over abs and cheekbones.” “I’m not going feral. I’m going cautiously enchanted. There’s a difference.” “You drooled.” “I was hydrated.” But… The book flopped open on its own. Magic pulsed from the pages like a heartbeat.

" It's titled, Purchased... About a girl who was bought at a very high price by a drug Lord. She became like a slave to him. He used her as a means of transportation for his drugs... This continued successfully until when all of a sudden the drugs that were put in her bursted and so she became very uncomfortable. She held her discomfort for some hours but when she couldn't bear it anymore. She searched for a restroom around but just before she found one... She collided with someone and fainted... And that's when her story began... " " Oh my! The book sounds so interesting and intriguing already. " " Thanks... I haven't been able to write much today... " " It's okay. Don't push yourself, jus

I ignored it hoping it would simmer and die from the lack of attention. The edges of the book in my hands were turning white, frost creeping over the pages like delicate lacework. I was blatantly failing. With a sharp exhale, I announced.“It’s freezing again.” From the couch across the room, Khalid let out an amused chuckle. “But hey, you held it longer this time.” “Two hours,” I quirked a brow in question as I glanced up to meet his face. He was grinning, all pearly whites in sight, looking far too relaxed for someone watching me unwillingly turn a self-help book into a Popsicle. Flavor? Bland useless knowledge with a sprinkle of aged dust.