Novel & Cerita She Read Novel Last Morning

She was sleeping soundly. She had a good sleep! But tonight, she was a little sleepless because she found a very good novel. It was really beautiful. It was already one o'clock in the morning, and she was still under the quilt, watching with relish.

Chapter 1: The Transmigration Of The Female Protagonist Her head was still aching and she was feeling dizzy but still, she slowly open her eyes and massage her temples. She stay up too late last night because she was too engrossed on reading that novel. "Ah," She groan and she was about to get up when she finally notice her surrounding. She stilled. Wooden walls, tiny crap light bulb, a small hard bed and a small study table on the side.

she added as she went back sitting beside Yuri and Cylvia. Yuri, who was supposedly reading her favorite pocket novel that she must have read about a thousand times already but she was rereading again tonight, closed her book to chime in with our conversation. “I can stay here and keep an eye until morning. I am not going to sleep until I finish reading this novel. You can proceed inside now and get yourselves some sleep. I am not tired yet, and since what I am reading tonight is a thrilling novel, I think it is impossible for me to even just have a nap,” she explained with her hands gesturing in a very formal manner, as if she was doing some oration speech or declamation piece.

~CAMILLE~ When I returned to the room, my eyes caught a book on the stool beside the bed. It was the one I had been reading yesterday before the heat—A Wolf Before Title. He must have taken it with him yesterday, since I was clinging to it before he arrived. That was thoughtful of him. Since I had nowhere to go today, I decided to read until the day ended. Picking up the book, I settled onto the bed, lying on my side, and opened to the next page. I hadn’t even finished the first paragraph when a thud came at the door.

--- Sunday Morning The morning light bled through the half-open blinds, warm and golden, but it didn’t touch the chill that had settled inside Katherine’s chest. Her apartment looked like a half-packed battlefield — suitcases flung open, drawers emptied, clothes scattered across the floor in a mess that mirrored her heart.

But nothing about today had been human. I sat back, watching the way Novel’s hair seemed to shimmer with a faint silver light, even in the shadows. “My girl,” I smiled. I kissed her forehead one last time before stepping out to check the perimeter. The camp was silent; the battle was won, but the mystery of what Novel truly was had only just begun.

The next morning The early morning sunlight penetrates the room through the window, and Oliver slowly tilts her head to see that it’s morning already. She sighs briefly and runs her fingers through her messy hair, groaning tiredly. Recalling the incident of the previous night, a smile lace up her lips. She has never felt so good all her life, and she enjoyed every bit of it yesterday.

She then saw something that annoyed her . " I wish I could just enter this book and beat up that stupid male lead, hmph " she said before taking the tablet with her to her room . She read the book for a while and unknowingly slept off without turning off her tab . **** " Jade , it's morning already ,wake up " she heard a distance voice which was unfamiliar to her calling her to wake up . She woke up nevertheless even though it felt like she had just slept . ' is it morning already?' It seemed to her like she has just slept so it's quite strange that it was morning already. She begrudgingly opened her eyes.

Frost slowly lifted her head up from the book, causing the thick cloth to drop back and cover all of her face below her eyes again. I wanted to rip it off again. If that monster of a man hadn't banged on my door like there was a second war breaking out, I would have taken the cloth off and I would have seen her face. "What time is it?" Is whispered as she rubbed her eyes with the heel of her hands. "It's almost morning." My answer woke her up and she looked at me with her beautiful frost blue eyes. "Morning?" I nodded my head and watched her as she closed the book as softly as she could.

--- The Next Morning The next morning the sun perks through the curtain and the soft glow to the room. I and up before Nolan wakes up, mu head is still trying to process what exactly happened last night. My heart feels heavy but deep inside, I know I have to stop running from the truth anymore. I need to tell him everytime: I leave the bed gently so as not to wake him. I head to the kitchen to prepare coffee for us. The silence is filled with the whistling of the kettle boiling