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The chains of the past had been broken, and for the first time, my future was my own. --- A New Beginning The morning sunlight filtered through my curtains, casting a warm glow over my room. It felt surreal to wake up without the weight of secrets and lies pressing down on me. “Lila!” Sophie’s voice called from the hallway, accompanied by the sound of her footsteps. She burst into my room, her energy infectious. “Come on! We’re going out for brunch, and you’re not bailing this time.” I groaned, but her enthusiasm was hard to resist. “Alright, alright. Give me ten minutes.”

she pressed. I took a deep breath, a blush creeping up my cheeks. This wasn't just any story; it felt like the beginning of something special, and I wanted to savour every detail. "Well," I began, pausing for dramatic effect, "it all started with a wrong turn..." A collective gasp from my friends sent chills of excitement down my spine. Leaning in closer, I launched into the story, weaving a tale of a chance encounter, an unexpected connection, and a spark that ignited something beautiful in my life.

A/N The story will be updated with several chapters on 7/25/2022. Thanks for reading my first book with GoodNovel. -Elizabeth Johanne

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She thought about Luca drawing tomorrow without knowing what it looked like, finding out in the drawing. She said: Yes. All right. I will write it anyway. She went back to her notes. The second book began without announcement, the way the first one had, in the middle of something else, as simply the next available action. She took it, and found out what it was in the taking.

There are so few views, now that Goodnovel provided me a platform, but I am more than happy to continue this story and perhaps, make it my first completed novel. So now allow me to talk about the novel itself. I have talked to my editor about it and I came to know that my first few chapters are quite odd. The beginning chapter itself barely had any conversation. Well… To be honest, it can’t be helped since I wrote it on my first attempt in writing. I have no background. No experience. I read. I read. I read a ton. I was very smug about my memory since I could remember all sorts of details from hundreds of chapters back.

"You are willing to listen to me read a romance novel to you, can you even bear to hear a whole chapter?" " We are doing couple things remember, so come on lady, get reading." Looking at him, I take note of his serious and attentive face, as he waits for me to start reading. I kiss his forehead before getting back to reading, this time reading out loud. ******  In the morning the next day, I wake up to Roman not in bed. I look at my bedside table for any possible note stuck on it, but no. Then I hear it, music playing downstairs.

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

She opened the first copy, not to the first page, but to the dedication. For L and L, who showed me how to build a den. For everyone still looking for their log. And for the horizon, because it was always there. She closed the book and looked out the window at the grey, waking sea. The light was beginning to shift, the first pale gold of dawn touching the clouds. A new day. A new chapter. A whole life of them stretching ahead. She picked up her pen and began to write. Not about the past. Not about the pain. About a little girl and her grandfather, building a boat from driftwood and dreams. A new story. A new fox. A new den, waiting to be filled.

“Because sometimes pride is too big for words.” Calla – POV That night, I placed both books side by side on my desk. River’s first novel. My second. And a third notebook beside them—blank. Waiting. Not for closure. But for whatever comes next. Because my story didn’t start with my birth. It started the moment I chose to tell it.