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“Only if you read it out loud.” I raised a brow. “Really?” “Yeah,” he said, pulling me closer. “I like your voice. And I like the way your mouth moves when you’re focused.” I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks heated anyway. I reached over, grabbed the worn novel, and settled back on his chest. He rested one hand on my thigh and the other behind his head, looking completely at peace. I flipped to the first page and started reading. It was a story where a girl leaving a town that no longer felt like home, finding herself in unfamiliar places, learning how to build something new from all the pieces that used to hurt.

! IMPORTANT ! (AUTHOR NOTE): Hi everyone! The GoodNovel APP version does not support formats (e.g. bold, italics etc), meaning this chapter might be a little difficult to understand at first. To make it easier, I've now added '*" to speech that is being said ONLY in Aria's head (as a memory of her past). In future chapters, I will also be using single quotes ' for just things Aria says to herself internally. An author note reminder will be added to the next chapter it's used, which hopefully assists in reading/understanding what's happening.

She looks at Amira again, her smile widening and tears trickling down her face. "Just look at how happy your sister is. Don't you want that for yourself?" I can't keep having this conversation with her. "Mom, excuse me. I need to use the washrooms," I lie. "I will be back." I vanish. On my way, I bump into someone I did not expect to see. Broad chest. Cheap cologne. Handsome face with a cocky smile. "Ren?" ^^^^^^^^^ Hey guys, The new book is called "TERRA". I'll be posting a few chapters here this month. If you guys love it, I'll apply for a contract with GoodNovel. Your feedback is highly appreciated ❤

he said. "I know," Dante said. "You said it." "In the first chapter," Elian said. "In the first chapter," Dante said. "The whole novel is there. The rest is — the specific waves." "The specific waves," Elian said, and went back to the bed with the particular energy of someone who had just been told that the first chapter of the deepest novel they would ever write was complete.

Leo whispered, the words barely audible over the sound of the rain against the window. Julian’s gaze darkened, a slow, predatory shift that made Leo’s breath catch in his throat. Without another word, Julian reached for the hem of Leo’s damp shirt, pulling it up and over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it into the darkness of the room. When Julian’s bare palms made contact with Leo’s skin, mapping the curve of his ribs, a shiver rippled through Leo that had nothing to do with the chill in the room.

Basira stood before him in the same way, till at last she cried out, “A second confusion!” Zastar, greatly amused, blinked some time with his sound eye; at length ho said, “Sir Novoveski, a friend and subordinate of our Geswer, and this is Lady Ladder. Tfu! I wanted to say Yezorkoy.” Sir Adam recovered readily; and because lie was a soldier of quick wit, though young, he bowed, and raising his eyes to the wonderful vision, said, “As God lives! Roses bloom on the snow in Ketling's garden.”

"She's almost identical-" "She. Is. Nothing. It is a cruel joke that she favors her. A mockery of my suffering. She will pay for her existence. And that of all those before her." "She looks just like her. She even acts like her. It could be something. Surely you can't just kill the replica of your own beloved-"

Original Author ANAMIKA ANA has made this tiny change to cooperate with goodnovel. Author’s note: Hello dear readers! Thanks for reading my book. This story originates from my imagination only and doesn't represent any person or places. If you are a fan of spicy protagonists alongside some action and drama this book may match your taste. Warning: The later chapters in this book have strong mature content. Please read at your own risk.

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

Then she tapped it with a smile. Her very first novella [Is there a reason "why?”]. That is the title of the book. Leah purchased it online. Her eyeglass is on the desk. Leah pats softly, opens, and put on at her blurry eyes. Leah arranged her glasses and moved the book. [IS THERE A REASON "WHY?”] A light novel [Light Novel]