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“Just like in real life. Damien and I had challenged each other, and as a result we both decided to take our careers in a new direction. He had too, though he may not have been aware of it, challenged me to see myself as an attractive and sexy woman. A woman who, as he pointed out when we enter this restaurant it can turn men's heads. - Exactly. Growth—a character's arc—is especially important to female readers. In general, male readers keep the focus on the plot, women care more about the character. “Hmm. I paused, lifted my fork to my mouth. The coconut pie was amazing, but your

I furrowed when I touch the paper that her is holding. I took the paper. Jana was about to snatch the paper when I move the paper away from her. I gave Alex and Yelle a signal to take Jana away from me. I open the paper. “Don’t you dare read that!!!" Jana shouted. I ignore her and started to read my supposed letter for my husband. My eyes widen. "What the heck?!" "She told me that you gave that freaking paper to her." Maru hissed. “I didn’t even know that I wrote this. Also will I even put an effort to print this?!”

SN: I will be introducing a new character into the book and she's most likely to change the plot and thicken the drama as she's involved in the lives of all the older characters so buy some coins and enjoy reading 'Women'. This new character would bring drama, comedy, action and suspense into the book. You might have an idea of who she is but trust me, you'll never see it coming. She is an independent woman as well and a strong one who doesn't stand for anybody's bullshit. She'll bring all other characters to a halt and change perspectives. Also, sneak peek; there may or may not be a separation in view for an unexpected couple.

she whines, body tensing. “Relax, baby. You can take it,” I whisper, reaching around to rub her clit while pressing deeper. My head pops past the tight ring, and we both moan as her ass swallows me. “That’s it, baby. The hardest part is over. Keep playing with yourself.”

, Sarah explained to Dr Florence. “And now Butterflies will fly high. It has rested for too long”, Amelia shot back. Dr Florence smiled at the energy of the young girl. “Yes, you must restart. Marriage cannot be the ultimate goal of a woman. You must have a purpose in life, and that does not have to be a man or even love. If you find love and a good man, excellent. If not, don’t waste precious moments of life feeling miserable.”

Fucking typical. Ryan followed my eyes, then rolled his. “Leave it alone, man. It’s not worth it.” “Agreed.” The woman was a looker. There was no doubt about it. She had flaming red hair and matching lipstick, wearing a skintight white dress that revealed ample cleavage. “That’s why I don’t get involved with women. They’re all the same.” “What? And you get involved with men?” He laughed. I flipped him off. “Not what I meant, and you know it.”

If there’s one thing 1 do know about, apart from making films, it’s women. Rowena knew this was true. She'd had a lot of men herself, but never anyone like Lewis. He was everything she could ever have asked for, totally uninhibited and unashamed, prepared to go to any lengths to satisfy her needs and desires. Yet even that wasn’t enough, she thought bitterly. Even Lewis with his intelligence, good looks and sexual skill had been unable to help her. Which was why they were here, and why they needed Harriet.

He shrugged and sipped his beer. “So? The readers know you’re working with me, and I think they’d like to hear from you. Besides, I think you could give some good insight into what women like.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m just one woman. Just because I like something, doesn’t mean every other woman out there is going to like it. We don’t have one shared consciousness.” He laughed. “I never thought that,” he said. “But I still think the readers would be interested in what you have to say.”

George spreads out his hands, "I can't just give you advice when I don't know anything, how would I help you out then?" "You could simply tell me how it's done and stop interrogating me." William points out. "You see..." George starts to say placing the remains of the cigarette in the ash pan on the table. "Women are different. For some women, all you have to do is impress them a little; call them all the time, text them all the time and confess to them but it's different for others." "How different?" William asks quickly as he listens attentively. George grins, "Why should I tell you?"

It's about testimony. Instead, I'm reading at the foundation. Thirty women. That's who's here. Thirty women who have survived something. Who have made it to the other side of something that tried to break them. Who understand that a book like this isn't entertainment. It's witness. It's proof that the thing that happened to you doesn't have to be the final word on who you are.