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(But, please, do this on private message. Please enjoy my book. And if there's anything you'd like to know, remember that all you have to do is ask. Or my name isn't... ⓒⓗⓡⓘⓢⓣⓘⓝⓔ ⓖⓨⓐⓜⓕⓘ Past- July 22nd, 2032 ~Christine~ I am on my laptop, trying to write my story about forbidden love. Keyword, trying. Even though I am trying to make this story sound authentic, in reality, it looks like hot garbage.

I know it's not healthy, but it's a gimmick I can't ignore. The title is: Randomness: tales of an ordinary girl. HM, OK. Let's go. “I'm Moniquinha, an ordinary girl. Even if you don't relate, it's okay. You may be an exception, a bright person, a special girl. And that's the amazing thing about it all: being different. Because, like I said, I'm pretty ordinary. And from the height of my normality, this book of randomness was born. Small texts, from short stories to chronicles, with experiences and bitterness; reflections and hope.

I immediately hug and kiss my cute doll like it's some lost but found puppy, and then seriously put those books on the shelf so that they are next to my favorite detective novels. It doesn't matter that they are books for children. I like books, a lot. Both fiction and nonfiction, especially when both the writer and protagonist are women. I so cannot believe I pulled this hoax off. I set up the camera on my new laptop and take selfies of me in all the clothes, not forgetting to pose with the doll as well. "What's on your mind?" I say, looking at my timeline border on F******k. "You're about to find out."

Not just from the heating or the faint scent of coffee, but from the atmosphere. Posters lined the walls, famous queer authors, quotes about love, resilience, self-discovery. The shelves were stacked with books I'd only ever read in secret, books I’d hidden like contraband. People looked lively, laughing and chatting. Two women sat at a corner table, fingers intertwined, reading from the same book. A boy with a septum piercing waved at us from behind the counter, his voice bright. “Welcome! You’re just in time for open discussion.” I froze as a good kind of astonishment washed over me. I’d never seen this before, not in person. A place where no one whispered, no one judged, no one laughed cr

Books that offered shelter to those still lost in the storm. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the sweet air of that late afternoon, feeling the warmth of Luka, the solidity of Elias, and the heartbeat of Zion against her back. She thought of the seventeen-year-old girl who had walked into that bookstore on a rainy afternoon, seeking refuge in someone else’s pages because she still didn’t know that one day she would have her own to offer. She thought of the broken woman she had been, of the painful but necessary crossing, of the moments when she had almost given up.

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Beauty looked up from her computer and gazed at Jessie curiously. Jessie had her face buried in her phone, blushing like a potato. “What book is that?” “Don't toy with me sexiest man of the year…by Luchi Luchy her pen name is also Caroluchy , now can I read this Fucking masterpiece in peace!” “Well, what's it about?” “Sex…” “Be serious”. “Why do you think I am so interested in it, duh”. Beauty shook her head. “You will never change, Jessie”.

Elias blinked, "Pardon?" The girl glanced at her phone then back at Elias again, "You're her. You're the girl who wrote that book. The one about the Hot biker, Kaelen Nightshade and every fantasy you've had about him," Her voice was loud across the quiet room, "The one everyone has refused to shut up about," Heads lifted from the tables and conversations faltered as people's attention was drawn to them. Elias's throat tightened. Oh no. Her mother looked confused, "Penelope, what book are you talking about?"

I’ve always been crazy about books. Ever since I was a kid, I’d spend hours in the library, running my fingers over the covers, breathing in that old paper smell. It’s like the stories were part of me. My name is Eliza, and I run this small library in a quiet town. No one comes here much, which is fine by me. It gives me time to be alone with my books. But my love for them has turned into something more. I have this secret fetish. I dream about the characters jumping out of the pages and touching me, holding me, doing things to me that make my body heat up. It’s embarrassing to admit, but just thinking about it gets me excited. My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I

It reminds me of all the romance books that I’ve read. I giggle quietly when I think about it, catching Lia’s attention. “I just thought about something weird.” I tell her when I catch her curious glance. “Mind sharing?” “You know how in every romance book the quiet female protagonist has that one and only girl friend? The one she reveals all her secrets to. The nosy and loud one, that drags the protagonist to a club or a party whenever she feels down, no matter how much the main character doesn’t want to go. Like, a stubborn, extremely outgoing person…” I start.