Romans & histoires Pop Its Book

The book is called JERICHO (For obvious reasons) Follow my In$t@gr@m account of you want to read any of my kindle books or paperbacks : the handle us @authorkyliegopal.

Bring it on, Italy. END OF BOOK ONE

His sudden loyalty wasn't expected! @pop precious

They were giggling and excitement was plastered on their faces. Clairol didn't like to eavesdropping, but their voice was kinda loud. So, it became an intentionally. She can't help to feel nostalgic about something. When she was once on their age, she also had a hobbies from reading some novels and pocketbooks. But the difference between them was she don't have a friend to talk about it. Only her Father who's used also to read pocketbooks and influenced her. She felt a sudden pang on her chest when her late Father crossing to her mind. Before the sadness will starting to building more. She decided to end her lunch. She lost her appetite for no reason.

They were a dime a dozen—pretty, venomous, and always sniffing around power like it was a perfume they could bottle for themselves. But Noah? Poppy didn’t know him that well, but she knew the way he looked at April. She’d seen it every time he was around her. Like he wanted to get her alone so he could strip her naked. No way in hell that man was screwing his receptionist behind his wife’s back. She stared at her phone for another few seconds, then stood. April didn’t stir. Poppy stepped into the kitchen, then out the back door. The early afternoon sun heated her skin. She pulled the door closed behind her, just in case April woke and wandered in.

Getting up from the window seat, I headed to my bookshelf to pick up my favourite book, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin, I switched on my lamp as I went past and got comfortable on the sofa to read until I had to get up ready for breakfast in a few hours as I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep. “Aurora! Aurora!” I could hear my name being shouted from a distance followed by some loud banging on a door, ‘wait, what?’ as I startled awake it wasn’t just a dream it was happening right now, and that voice sounded like Poppy. I jumped off the sofa glancing at my alarm clock 8:30am, ‘shit’ I panicked running towards the door opening it wide to see Poppy standing there with a worried look on her fa

"Lily, it's a nice thought but-" Lily had reached the final page of the book and her face dropped. "No, there has to be something!" "Maybe it is just a fairytale-" "Wait." Lily had let the last page of the book fall and she frowned, staring at the back leather cover. "I need a knife," she murmured to herself and searched her pockets, pulling out a small blade. She then gently sliced along the edge of the back cover, creating an opening. "Fuck me," she whispered and pulled out what looked like an old piece of parchment.

I mutter under my breath, moving toward the boxes. I open the veggie deluxe and the smell intensifies. It's still warm, cheese perfectly melted, vegetables roasted just right. My favorite. I take a slice, telling myself it's not giving in. It's just being practical. The pizza is here, I'm hungry, wasting food is irresponsible. This doesn't mean anything. From behind Liam's closed door, I can hear the music more clearly now—definitely classical. Piano with strings, something melancholy and beautiful. Something I wouldn't have expected from the cocky guy who showed up with professional movers and designer furniture.

Yet here I was, forced to swallow the unimaginable. Satisfied that she had quenched a thirst I never had, Selene pressed a book into my hands. One glance at the cover made my heart sink. Trolls. Of course it had to be trolls. In that instant, I understood Kael’s disdain for the entire franchise. This girl’s obsession was unlike anything I had ever witnessed. It coated her world—her words, her shelves, even the Princess Poppy hair ties woven into her braids. She could walk into a boardroom tomorrow and sell their brand better than any professional, all without knowing she was doing it.

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