Novel & Cerita Real Life A Novel

I had left a life of luxury and a man I had once loved desperately, only to return under the guise of a servant. My return was not a decision I made lightly. I had spent the past four years in a small village, working in a hospital, trying to forget about him and all that we shared. But some ties are too strong to break, and the pull of the past had eventually become too powerful to resist. So here I was, back in the mansion that had both cradled and crushed me, hoping to stay hidden in plain sight.

In Love With The Maid Onyido, Joy Ijeoma THE MAID SERIES (Book 1) This novel is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, to real people, living or dead; or to real locales are intended to give the fiction a sense of reality and authenticity. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and their resemblance, if any, to real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. DEDICATION

A big, big thank you to everyone who stuck around and waited till the end of the story, and to everyone else who read this in one go! To be honest, this was my first GL book and it had been difficult to write since I lost inspiration for it for a couple years, before I went back into this book once again. But I'm so glad I did because this story has a lot of connections to real life incidents, and that had been my main inspiration behind them. So, thank you once again for reading this story and letting me into your lives. If this inspired you even a little or made you feel happy about love winning in then end, then I am glad that my message went through.

I don’t play games. Eric: How are you? Irina: I’m good, right now I am here at Coffee Bean, drinking a cup of caramel macchiato, and eating a slice of milk tea cake and writing a novel. Eric: Wow, delicious. What genre of novel is that? Irina: About dreams and time travel, self-love, peace and isolation, loneliness, desperation, and life and death. It’s not a love story, but almost a love story. Eric: Doesn’t sound like a love story to me, but it seems Interesting,

“Dоn’t wоrrу, baby, уоu are my real life bооk bоуfrіеnd.” “Rеаllу?” hе аѕkеd, poking open аn еуе. “Abѕоlutеlу, I have the bеѕt оf both wоrldѕ, аnd mу rеаl life BB іѕ ѕо dаmn hоt.” “Sо you like whаt уоu ѕее, baby?”

Azrael asked. “I haven’t gone far into the book but it’s a story based on an actual schizophrenic patient the writer knew; it was meant to educate the public about various mental disorders in the mental asylum they call hell. I thought it would be fun reading a genre I’m not too familiar with.” I explained as I touched the front of the book. “I can recommend something if you get hitched. Utopia by Kelvin McLean. It’s about a nymphomaniac struggling to overcome his issue so that he can be in a happy relationship with the woman he’s been in love with for seven years.” Azrael recommended.

She cried until her chest ached, until exhaustion finally pulled her under. Hours later… Reena—now living in Rose Whitmore’s body—slowly regained her composure. She sat upright, wiped her tears, and took a deep breath. “Alright,” she whispered to herself. “If I’ve been given a second life, then I’ll live it on my own terms.” The weakness in her eyes was gone, replaced by a quiet determination. “I will not make the same mistakes Rose did.” Scenes from the novel flooded her mind. How Rose had crossed every boundary to possess the male lead—Daniel Cross.

In my previous life, Derick had his fling with his so-called 'sister' Jasmine before he ever knew me. All the while, unaware of the truth, I was running the mafia business and raising their child myself. They were busy dreaming about their love child and blowing through the cash I made, which ended up costing my son his life. I poured my soul into making their kid my successor, and they just sat back and enjoyed the spoils. My boy and I? We were just pawns in their perfect life! Fate handed me a do-over, and this time, Derrick and Jasmine would be dealt with a well-deserved retribution!

Maya suggested “Thank you Maya but they is no need to worry” Novel answered “Thank you, Maya, you can make ” I called back as I helped Novel into her room. I sat her down on the edge of the bed. She looked at me for a moment, her eyes distant. “Alexei... I had a dream. It was about the book.” “The book?” I asked, playing along. “I think I just stayed up too late reading. But it felt so real... it was amazing to be there.”

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents portrayed in this novel are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a purely fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events is entirely coincidental and unintentional. This story was crafted for entertainment purposes, and no offense, harm, or misrepresentation of any person, culture, or profession is intended.