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Dominic was willing to sit down first to explain what happened to me, "So Miss Lili... this cat..." "Don't use abbreviations! Her name is car?" "Catherine! Just call her cat... okay, so she submitted a script to us, and there was a lot of demand for the Romcom genre, plus she has a lot of followers, she's an instacelebrity right... well, from the last time she asked to be handled directly by Rama, but Rama was lazy because of crazy typos, well... plus this Cat-Cat also has a crush on our boss. Then... because there was no response from us, so she made an announcement that it would be published here, so many of her followers PO'd! You can imagine the POs and contacts of the office admin, Ms.

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Kicking the sword on the ground hard on the side, his head fell gently to Kate's thigh, finally closing his eyes as he let himself be intoxicated by the delicious scent in the air. Kate squinted her eyes slightly as a smile made its way onto her lips, not at all scared or creeped out that the male lead suddenly behaved like this. As she let the male lead be more comfortable on her lap, she arranged her position as she raised her hand and brushed the male lead's hair. She was not so surprised that the male lead's reaction towards her was like this. Kate once had a cat—a male rag doll, to be exact. When writing her novels, her cat always wanted her attention, so when writing about her male lea

"This hand is yours, right? On my birthday, you said you had to go on a business trip, but you took Vanessa to the mountaintop to watch the meteor shower while I stayed up all night, unable to reach you." I let out a mocking laugh and went on, "And this necklace—you gave it to her, didn't you? You told me it was for an important client. To help you, I handed over the emerald necklace my grandmother left me. After my family went bankrupt, it was the most valuable thing we had. I gave it to you without hesitation, and you turned around and gave it to Vanessa." They had even gone to Wisland to see the aurora. That was something I had dreamed of doing with him when I was young.

The daycare teacher stood by the entryway, her eyes brimming with tears. She reached into her tote bag and pulled out a clear plastic folder. "This was Nova’s art project from last week. We were supposed to put it up on the hallway display board today." Inside the folder was a sheet of heavy construction paper. I had drawn a picture of a little house. Inside the house were Dad, Mom, Leo, and me. Next to the drawing, I had written a crooked, uneven sentence in crayon, “Leo gets out of breath. I pat his back.”

Cat POV "Do you really think that I am the right person for Luke?" I asked slowly. "Why would you think you aren't?" Alistair countered. "I come from a different world. My family, my history, it is all different from his. We don't… mesh," I argued. Alistair snorted and shook his head. "There is no doubt in my mind, Catherine, that you are the one for Luke." "You can call me Cat," I muttered, looking down again.

“And I just… write things sometimes… stupid stories…” “Stupid stories?” She nodded. “Silly things.” I tipped my head. “That’s what they are, are they? Silly things?” Another nod, and I raised an eyebrow. “Well, that really is a shame considering I’ve just abandoned my family Christmas to drive back across the country on the back of these silly stories.” She couldn’t gulp a breath quick enough. “I made the cat up,” I continued. “A silly story of my own under the circumstances, so I think that puts us on a par with the falsities, don’t you?”

The word three flew out of his mouth… and Arthur, Lilah, and I yelled 'family' while baby Theodore began to wail. Our faces were a mess, but we still look wonderful in the image because we are happy... FAMILY!. *NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR!. Hi, guys! This is where we say farewell to Cornelia and Arthur love tale. I just want to express that writing this work has been a pleasure. I came up with the novel concept in February 2021, and it simply stayed in my thoughts until I finally decided to put it down since Cornelia kept giving me ideas. 'Hahaha'. This tale teaches the importance of believing in oneself, just as Cornelia believes she will have a miracle pr perhaps she would be given an happy deat

A smile can make anything worth it. My grandmother was safely in the comfort of his bedroom, probably reading a few pages of Moby Dick before falling into slumber. I never knew why she read because she had always claimed that reading was boring and that she found no enjoyment in reading words on paper without illustration. I believe that itself was the reason she read; to bore herself to sleep. It was only after knowing she was content and safe that I decided to permit myself to go out for the evening. I rushed out the backdoor with my camera and binoculars and closed it behind me softly making sure not to rattle the door too much so much that it would fall off its hinges.

Hendrik must have noticed too, because he squeezes my hand and walks faster. But then, the arachnia swoops down and tries to snatch Caramel from the ground. The horse whinnies and starts to kick around, nearly hitting my stomach. I let out a scream when I see it sinking its mandibles into Caramel’s neck, while the poor thing still tries to struggle. Blood spurts from the punctures, and the arachnia buries its face into the source of the blood until I see Caramel’s body shrink. I run forward to save the horse, but Hendrik pulls my arm and starts to steer me away from the scene, sprinting towards the other end of the sewers until we’re out.