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After dinner Jiang Ning could finally gather the bits and pieces of the novel from her past life, In the morning she has suffered from shock which led to her fumbling the ball but now that she has finally eaten her fill and taken a bath , she was able to think more clearly. No matter how much she tried to deny the reality, it was true that she had transmigrated to that crappy novel ,Luo Chen read her . Yes she felt sorry for those pitiful children but there must be millions of readers why! why was she the unlucky one to be dumped in this novel?

“I got used to doing that in high school. Novels were my weakness back then, but I loved them so much.” “I never knew,” I mutter, dipping my head. My fingers trace the edges of the pages, the texture rough against my skin. I catch the sparkle in her eyes as she talks about books, and something about it feels familiar. It’s a look I haven’t seen in a long time, one that reminds me of Hera.

Those electric sparks that erupted when ever their skin came in contact was the only solution to her problem. He was the solution to her problem. ================ Hi My lovely Readers, I've three more books on Goodnovel, Alpha's Sexy Seduction Alpha Lucious His Purchased Wife. Do check them out and also please follow me on F*( Elk Entertainment) and i.n.s.t.a(elk_entertainment) Thank you so much, love y'all

On our eighth anniversary, my boyfriend, Liam Daniels, dragged me along to plan his marriage proposal. That exact morning, my pregnancy test came back positive. Outwardly, I teased him for ruining the surprise. Privately, I called everyone I knew to brag. My parents wept over the phone, saying time flew by too fast. My best friend, Mia Kyle, promised to beat him up if he ever stepped out of line. Even my older sister, Sarah Davis, choked up, swearing she would be there no matter how busy work got. On the big night, I wore the white dress Liam bought me. When I stepped into the venue, I realized the proposal had been transformed into a full wedding reception. I watched Liam Daniels

Why not just sit back and have a relaxation, when I will have my work that way, will place it back. The room she lives in is quite spacious. Enough for two persons to get adjusted, where she stays alone in the room cause she hate sharing her thing. What belongs to her, is completely her. No if -but. It's been eleven in the morning, not bothering anything she is in her dreamland smiling sheepishly. Last night , she had completed on of her fav novel, her last wish. Being a clumsy one all books were scattered on her bed as if she gonna topper the second she read the book.

"It wasn't." She put her cup down and went back to the desk and he heard the laptop open and the chapter resume. Tuesday she had lunch with a writer she knew. I worked from home and at two she came back with the particular brightness she carried after conversations that had actually fed her. "Good lunch," I said. "She's writing something extraordinary." She took her coat off. "A novel about a woman who discovers her grandmother was a forger. Not documents. Art." "Is it done."

There’s something from the novel that changed the way she talks, moves, and thinks. “If it’s true that she’s a witch, it could be she cast a spell to her novel?” she whispered to herself. She shook her head. She’s been overthinking about the novel, the settings of it, and the characters. “Ande, are you alright?” she heard Mauvais but she only rolled her eyes while still napping and did not answer him.

Maybe the accident was really affecting me, cause I just can't explain all these unfathomable feelings I was having towards her. I got up from my bed and decided to check if she was fine. I walked towards her room and I found the door opened, I stepped inside to find the room empty. Where the fu*k did she go. I saw two books on her bed, these are the two books that has been keeping her busy. My curiosity got a better hold of me, I picked up one of the books, only to find out she was writing a novel which she titled Pregnant for the bully.

Chapter 1: The Transmigration Of The Female Protagonist Her head was still aching and she was feeling dizzy but still, she slowly open her eyes and massage her temples. She stay up too late last night because she was too engrossed on reading that novel. "Ah," She groan and she was about to get up when she finally notice her surrounding. She stilled. Wooden walls, tiny crap light bulb, a small hard bed and a small study table on the side.

The poor gardener was most likely scarred during this incident. Even if the female lead cried and begged, she did not struggle very much in the male lead’s hold and gave into the passion. She knew that her heart would bleed after reading this, and a urge to commit murder would come upon her as she was enveloped by frustration. However, as if she enjoyed to make herself suffer, she was compelled to the novel. A groan escaped from her lips while she pushed the chair back and stood up, closing the novel shut with a slam, and if possible, she would have breathed out fire. That did sound funny to her for a second.