Novel & Cerita Real Friends Book

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Th corner of his mouth was red and swollen a little bit and his left eye had a sore below it. I had made the habit of never asking people what they weren’t comfortable about or were trying to forget. I wouldn’t ask about his wounds, if he didn’t want to talk, because I knew how it felt, people digging into your flaws and problems. ‘‘You know, there is something beneath your skin, that flows in your veins and bones, something rare in this world, it is called real,’’ he breathed. ‘‘Oh,’’ I gasped at his observation. ‘‘Real is rare, people pretend all the time, they pretend to care, pretend to be good people, but you just don’t pretend, everything about you seems so real,’ he smiled.

Hey everyone!! I am author buttercup. And am here today with my first novel. I hope you guys will like this story. So the story is about a poor girl. Who always think to be treated like a princess.. but in her family she was just treated like a slave.... Her brother who was a small business man he tricked his sister to climbe into the bed of a business tycoon and this was all just for a big business deal... What will happen now? When she know that her own brother had trick her like this? What will happen when the man and woman face-off eachother?

Kill me. “Funny choice of book.” He repeats himself. “You’re everything but invisible.” I stare down at my boots, playing with my toes inside them. “It’s kind of over when the cameras are off.” I whisper. “No one knows who the real me is.” The truth falls out before I can reel it back in.

Drawing in a deep breath, I pushed the double door, letting the smell of old books hit my nose. This, the reality that I wished could be my own reality. "Miss Blake, I thought I wasn't going to see you again until the end of the session." The librarian greeted. We'd become friends or acquitance when she had found me at the end of the hall, bawling my eyes out while holding a book that I needed to study for my exams. She had made jokes of how she was going to charge me for soiling the book with my tears and mascara but at the end of the day, I never got charged for it.

With flawless makeup on, I looked straight into the camera and calmly said, "Yes, I'm Cindy, the so-called arrogant and domineering heiress who beat her two brothers and cut ties with her biological father. "For those who want to criticize me, this livestream is open. Just for today, nobody will be banned for anything they say."

It's a story just for your enjoyment and nothing else. This story and plot are solely of the author's imagination. Nothing is real. If Any incident or people from this story have any similarity to the real-life people, characters, or incidents, then it is only a coincidence and nothing more. This book is a pure form of imagination. It's not real, any of it is not real. ©All rights reserved 2022

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"Mel, I miss you. I'm so sorry. I was wrong. It's all my fault for trusting a snake like Ellie. That's why the company ended up like this. Mel, I really, really miss you. Stop being angry and come back to me, okay?" My voice remained entirely indifferent. "Come back? Robert, we're divorced. We're strangers now." The line went quiet for a moment before he spoke again, his voice cracking with emotion. "But didn't we agree it was just a fake divorce?" I nearly laughed out loud at the absurdity. "Who agreed to a fake divorce? Don't forget. The papers are signed and filed. You're the one who made me sign them." Robert evidently never expected to be struck down by the very boomerang he had thrown.

“Let me understand something. You've known me for…what? A few hours max? During which, I've insulted you for assholery- well deserved by the way, told you that you should leave first chance you've got and mere minutes ago, tried throwing you out of my apartment. You've experienced all that and you still thought; ‘ah, there's the woman I should marry’?” His gaze flickered and I caught it. Interesting. “‘Fake’ marry,” he corrected, “It isn't personal.” “Oh, good.” I pitched my voice to a saccharine octave, “because that's enough reason to have a very REAL legal marriage with someone I barely know.” He took a deep breath. I could practically see the gears churning in his bean and steeled mysel