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I want to have a bit of hope dad has finally remembered me. I want to hear his voice. I want him to say something to me, but he's quick to remind me that the dead don't speak. The call dies. AUTHOR'S POV Hello guys, so I've reached the end of my first book on Good Novel. Please don't hesitate to vote and leave a review. I was thinking of making Ethan's book a dystopian or utopian Mafia book since the book will take place in the future. Anyways, I'd like to say thank you to those that read my book to the end despite the errors.

I was kinda insulted by his response and just continued to talk to myself. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT! (By the way: If you can understand tagalog, I have so lot of Tagalog Novel for you to read. Please visit my profile where you can see my works. Thank you so much!)

This is just a minor concern of mine that I want to address. This is a free-chapter and this is also the newest feature that goodnovel added recently, so I might use it to give you some extra knowledge (Glossary, military structure, plot points, character descriptions) in the future. Since there are so many characters running around in the story now, it might get confusing to keep track of all of them just from their names. Let me know if you like this idea. Thanks much and Happy Reading

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, My Perfect Mess. My Perfect Mess was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Becca speaks, the format will be as this: Becca ~ “What is there to explain, Matt.”)

Dante said. Elian looked at the road. "Texture," he said. "The first novel was about the shape of things — the big structural moves. This one is about texture. The way the same kitchen looks different in different seasons. The way a person's face changes over a year — not dramatically, just — accumulates. The specific quality of knowing someone's morning sounds so well you could identify their mood from three rooms away." "That's very specific," Dante said. "It's very specific because the material is very specific," Elian said. He glanced at Dante. "Your morning sounds."

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Opening my phone, I type out the perfect text. -Hey! How are you?- Faith. I’m a literary genius, clearly. I groan, disappointed with my conversation starting skills as I wait for a text message to come through. Three very long and disappointing minutes pass and I decide reading makes time move much faster than staring at the device I’m basically begging to ding. I pick up my romance novel and immediately I’m sucked in. A dashing prince is racing against time to grab the magic tears of the moon so he can turn his beloved into her human form so they can finally be together.

We have an old rule in our town. Any family with twins must choose one to make an example out of. That is the way to discipline one’s children and ensure they grow up well. Born four minutes before my brother, I became that example. When my brother snuck out to swim in the river, Mom didn’t scold him. Instead, she pressed my head into the river again and again. She finally stopped when my brother cried, yelling that he would never go to the river again. When my brother forgot to switch on the rice cooker, Mom came back home from work only to realize that the rice was still uncooked in the pot. She then served me two bowls of uncooked rice. “Finish them and don’t leave a single grain be

And it is possible that he came back from abroad, studied well, and spoke English and French bilingually, no wonder some female students secretly liked him. Dylan is teaching literature, he is talking about an English parable in a textbook. But before he spoke, he suddenly picked up an English novel with an orange cover and said, "This is the original novel I brought back from abroad. I would like to ask some of my classmates to read the passage aloud. The best reading classmates can take this novel. "As a bonus."

If this was how it felt with my clothes still on then what would it feel like with him inside me? Ethan stopped for an instant, but before I could complain he brushed his knuckles against my pussy and then pinched the lips together with two of his fingers with the third pressed to my opening, making me arch my back in pleasure. By now, I was shamelessly drenched. Damn! How could I be drenched when I had never been with this guy before? Girl, you’ve been daydreaming about this day for ages! Remember your first novel? My conscience told me, but I was too far gone to care, or try to stop him…until I remembered that my know-it-all inner voice was right. This was part of my first novel! Ethan was