Novel & Cerita Real Friends Book

“You’re the realest thing in my life, Chloe. Not the contracts, not the image, not the company. You. The woman who fights me, who bakes when she’s scared, who loves those babies so fiercely it makes me want to be better. I see you. All of you. And I’m sorry the rest of the world is too blind to see the same.” She looked at him, the quiet sincerity in his voice cracking something inside her chest. Her thumb brushed over his knuckles. “I want to believe that. Some days I do. But after yesterday’s photos and today’s headlines… it’s hard to feel real when everyone else calls me fake.” The car pulled up to the penthouse. They rode the elevator in heavy silence. The second they stepped inside, Chl

Eliza Ward, my adopted younger sister, and I both get diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. The very same day, an apocalyptic disaster hits. Her combat superpower awakens, but I get nothing. Mom doesn't hesitate to hide me in an abandoned clinic on the edge of town. Owen Ward, my older brother, tearfully fences off the clinic with metal bars. My fiancé, Andrew Harris, looks heartbroken as he clutches my hands through the metal bars. He says he would rather die with me than live alone. Touched by their reactions, I burst into tears. I don't want to add to their trouble, so even when my body racks with pain, I bear it in silence all by myself. When I run out of supplies, I rely on dirty water

I was born frail and sickly, with barely enough strength to draw breath. I could hardly take two steps without coughing up three mouthfuls of blood. When I was seven, a beggar tried to snatch a spoiled bread roll from my hand. I collapsed, convulsing and foaming at the mouth. He was so frightened that he fled the capital that very night. When I was ten, a thug tried to shake me down for protection money. I spat black blood in his face. The authorities mistook him for a murderer and locked him up for a decade. Everyone kept their distance, afraid I would collapse, and they would be blamed. Then they discovered I was the missing daughter of Marquis Elmwood. The moment I returned to the

On the night of the Independence Day long weekend, my whole family is gathered at a rustic country lodge when a group of masked men suddenly burst through the doors, carrying machetes. "Your sister owes us $450,000 in gambling debt! Either we kill every last one of you, or you hand over a young man to work overseas until the debt is paid off!" My brother, Elliot Hart, is frightened to tears. Dad steps in front of him protectively, then turns to me and drops to his knees. "Harry, your brother has a heart condition. He won't survive out there! Please, can you go in his place?" My fiancée of seven years, Emily Rockwell, doesn't dare to meet my eyes as she pushes me forward with her own hand

Bella Pov I found out about Karen's book tour on a Wednesday morning when Tanya sent me a link with three exclamation marks. Karen Tyler was doing a Q&A at Ridgeline Books on Saturday afternoon. The caption on the event page said "an honest conversation about healing, survival, and reclaiming your truth." I read it twice and felt sick. She was coming to our city. The woman who had written a bestselling book full of lies about my life was coming here to sell it in person.

"You should take Dad's reputation into consideration, Mom. His subordinates are still around." Mom scoffed as she looked at the crowd of people behind us. "I suppose I can keep myself in check for Matthew's sake." Dad breathed a sigh of relief before shooting a grateful look at me. The three of us conversed with each other while ignoring everyone around us, leaving the Morenos and the outlaws stunned as they watched us. Frank was the first one to snap back to his senses. "You faked your own death, Matthew?" he demanded. "Did you do it so that the other Morenos would drop by our home to demand money from us?"

At that exact moment, another text from Maria came through. It was a photo of a property transfer agreement. The pack’s most valuable commercial real estate had been signed over to her. He said it’s my ‘honeymoon’ gift. My hand tightened around my phone, my fingers trembling. Leo had also seen Sophie’s new social media post. It was a picture of the little girl hugging a carved wooden wolf, her smile innocent and proud. The caption read: “Thank you, Daddy Albert, for carving this wolf for me with your own hands.”

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, except as noted below, and actual events is entirely coincidental. Some real people, such as radio personalities appear as actual persons in the book by their oral or written permission. Others appear as characters and events in the book to give a sense of historical accuracy; however specific incidents are entirely fictitious and should not be considered real or factual.

"What is it? I can see that you want to ask me something." "If I ask you, Will you tell me the truth?" I asked. Ace took some time before he answered. "That depends on your question." I sighed. I guess I have to go to the safer route where he won't suspect a thing. "Is everything that this book says is real?" I asked and raised the book so that he could see. Ace stared at me in the eyes before he stared at the book. "Why do you want to know?" "Hey. I asked you first, okay?"

"And in the end, Dreams are just involuntary sensations, silly imaginations but can change your life by appearing or by coming true. From the wet dreams to Reality. Like my life was created by dreams." [Jasmine] ....... [Jasmine's POV] The First Time I met him In real life, I was on my knees literally. I was embarrassed while He stood there cold and aloof tapping his shoe against the floor rhythmically. However, I couldn't see his face because he was wearing a mask. But one thing I was sure of that he was Handsome.