Reading The World Novels & Stories

Dear Readers, It brings me immense joy and gratitude to welcome you into the world of One Weekend with the Billionaire. Whether you have picked up this book out of curiosity, a love for romance, or a desire to escape into a story filled with passion, tension, and emotional depth, I want to personally thank you for being here. Every reader who opens these pages is not just reading a story you are stepping into a world that was carefully built with heart, imagination, and countless hours of dedication.

"You overrate my capacity of love. I don't possess half the warmth of nature you believe me to have. An unprotected childhood in a cold world has beaten gentleness out of me." by, Thomas Hardy "GET OUT," Alice screamed then stared out of the window. Her right hand started to tremble. She stops it by placing her left hand on top of it. Oliver nodded and climbed out. Alice watched Khan taking two steps at a time as he sprinted down the steps towards her car. He climbed into the driver's seat and sped off.

I stood up and started pacing, “So where exactly am I? And how do I get out of here?” She went to her side table and started rummaging through the drawer. I waited a few moments before she pulled out an old sugar paper map. She laid it out across the coffee table and I stared at it with wide eyes. It looked like a whole map of North America. Rachelle chuckled, “I know. It’s a whole kingdom and it’s insane.” She pointed to a spot in the top right corner of the map. “This is where we are,” and she moved to a spot on the left corner. “This is where the werewolves are,” and she continued moving her hands across the map showing me where all the species were located.

Not of worlds. Not of stories. A map of people. Countless tiny lights filled its pages. Each light represented an Author somewhere across existence. One by one... those lights began disappearing. The First Reader whispered, "Someone is hunting the Authors." The little girl pointed toward the center of the map. One light burned brighter than all the others. Unlike the rest... it wasn't fading. It was growing. A single word slowly appeared beside it. ELIAS At that exact moment... the Last Editor's black pen shattered completely.

That girl had the same face, figure, and personality as Adela was watching. "What is this?" She saw that she did not understand and immediately asked. "The footage is about a girl's life in the first world. You'll have to go through her body and fulfill her desires and what she wants to do. Only when you're done will the world be. if you fail, the world will collapse and you will be logged out of it and forced to return to the starting point. Next, the reinforcement system will tell you about this world and begin the journey through space." The man's voice spoke about the rules for Adela to understand.

" It doesn't have a body but I can imagine its dumbfounded face when I asked a completely out of nowhere question. I wasted no time waiting for it's the answer "Silence means yes." Then, I look blankly on the white space and think about an image of a glass table and sofa. Before the system can even ask what I'm doing, those things suddenly appear midair in front of us. "How can you do that?" It whispered, sounds kinda helpless to me. 'Yup, just like the novel.' I thought and a seat comfortably before starts seriously asking some necessary questions. "Okay? How can I redeem my world from that? Saving the world? That sounds bad for me." How can I prevent a world from ending if I can't even sav

I brushed off my thoughts and went scanning other books. But before I did, I look on my surroundings. There are a few students who were reading just like me. They are also wearing casual clothes for the meantime. No way, I'm going to stay here alone. Who knows ghosts or that shapeshifter might popped out here? I sighed out of relief and went back reading. "The History of our World," I read the title written in the ash gray book cover. This is the World of Tempest. It is once a dark turbulent, stormy continent everyone might see.

The particular book appears in front of him as HE gladly reads the title out loud. “Death Resurgence.” As the book opens and the series of the current events begin to flash and flood. HE giggles in HIS utmost amusement, as HE presented. “Well, well, well. Shall we learn the ropes of what lies within the Resurgence?” From the book that deliberately flips and presented the gist of the world that it brings, the words are written and said.