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The only family he had left. But then I saw how broken and vulnerable she was. She was no different than my mother. I couldn't hurt her. Instead, I fell in love with her and wanted to erase her pain. I will take my revenge some other way, I thought. Everything was going well until Annie came back to my house and saw the diary then stole it. She put the two and two together and forced me to tell her everything.

Six years later, the FL comes back to the town with two children. 8. She wants revenge on the man who hurt her 6 years ago. Will she find out the truth? If interested, you'are welcome to join the GOODNOVEL WORKSHOP group. https://www.f******k.com/groups/208103447982848 and please send your summary to: workshop@goodnovel.com

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

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It was a journal - but whose? "Open it," The Shadow urged. "You'll find all the answers you seek within its pages." Celess hesitated for a moment before flipping open the book. What she saw inside made her blood run cold. It was her father's journal. Celess's heart raced as she flipped through the pages of her father's journal. Memories flooded back to her as she read about her father's struggles with being a vampire, his innermost thoughts and feelings about their kind and their place in the world.

He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer. "What is wrong with you four?" Rasmore asked, holding his nose. For the past month, they had been stuck up in the ancient library without food, water, or baths. Only after they gave up were they willing to come out, but with piles of magic books that they had decided to re-read in case they had left some lines behind. "What happened?" Hashmuk asked, walking towards them. He grabbed Kelvin, checking to see if he was okay, but Kelvin just pushed him away.

I stood dazed for a minute before finally realizing that I was naked. My eyes widened in horror as I tried to unsuccessfully cover myself with my hands "Ahhh……!!!!!" ************ How are you enjoying the book so far? Hope it's not too boring or dry. It's my first book on this platform please do well to comment and invite others to read too. Thank you for taking out time to read.

I grab the book off the shelf and drop to the floor, right there in the aisle. My fingers tremble as I flip to the end. I already know what happens, but I can’t stop myself. Luke Thorne, the immortal hockey star. The one man who ever loved like he meant it. And the heroine fails him. I stare at the final panel, my tears dripping onto the page. “She let him die,” I whisper. My throat closes. “She let him die alone.” I press the book to my chest and sob, rocking back and forth like a child.

On New Year’s Eve, Kian Newman never came home. Instead, he had someone deliver a container of frozen ravioli and sent me a single message: "Stay safe this year." I had barely locked the screen when a photo popped up in the company group chat. Isabel Wilkinson, Kian's assistant, had posted it. It was a lavish holiday dinner spread across the table, every dish clearly homemade. The caption read: "Someone spent all day cooking so I could have a taste of home. Love you."

Elle sat at her table and stared at the laptop, “A romance novel, eh?” She heaved a sigh shaking her head, “What the point it was all cliche, he ate my ears complaining how bad it was.” She pouted sulkily. She opened the laptop regardless and placed her fingers on the keyboard, she closed her eyes and took a deep sigh, “Fine, let’s give it a go,” She nodded determinedly. With the start of the novel, her fingers moved in a flow, the words went in a flow, she spent her day and night in front of the laptop, 3 weeks later, her book was done, she wiped her tears as she stared at her completed manuscript.