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For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

He was willing to wait for hours if it had to be someone who had given him wealth through the books he published. that man is truly noble. Axe never stops praising his savior who has given him millions of dollars in the past three years through the books he published. Read My Mind can be said to be a very strange work. A story that tells of a murder without a motive that is confusing but instead manages to attract the attention of so many people that the book continues to be published every year. At that time, he never thought about the success of Read My Mind, felt pessimistic, and did not want to work on it further. But then the man continued to force him and convince him that the book wil

My legs itches to tour the apartment till I can find a room that gives me a view of the city. I pick a book under the television stool and settle beside it. From the colour of the book, I know the book is dated back to a long long time ago. Most of the leaves are torn and there are childish sprawlings on some pages. I have read this book before- ‘’The caucasian chalk circle’’ A wave of nostalgia hits me as I recall my days of stealing identity cards to borrow books from a school's library. Now those books are lying under my bed, cold and forgotten.

And yet, not going wasn’t an option . I traced the crest on the cover with my thumb, my mind racing. I could take the northern ridge, slip past the borders and embark on a wild search. Or return to the last settlement and find a clue… In the silence that followed the last thought, I got my answer. Returning to the last scene. I wrapped the book up and stood only to bump into Julian. His eyes narrowed down to the book which I was slipping into my trouser before he looked at me. “You’ve been sitting all alone and talking to yourself. What are you planning?”

London As soon as I got home, I took off my clothes and dug out my ancient laptop. It was in dire need of retirement, but I hadn't been able to save up to buy a new one. It was in my permanent budget list, but everyday, something else came up and it went further down the list. I didn't dwell on that thought too long though. I had a book to write. An exciting story, the sort of stuff I had always dreamed about writing. That wouldn't leave me a miserable mess while I tried to clang at the engines in my brain for even the least hundred words.

The book is the visibility of what was already there. Don wrote in his journal that night. He wrote: The third book is complete. Eighteen years of the arrangement. Three books. The three books are not three separate arguments. The three books are one argument in three movements. The Inside Account: what the accumulation produced in me. The Ground Keeps: what the accumulation produced in the estate. The Emergent World: what the accumulation produced between us.

So well, Malisa and Aiden's story hasn't ended yet as there would be a part two. I'll inform you guys about it when it's out... In the meantime, you guys can check out my other books. The Better Place : A very emotional story about decisions and how they affect our future. It's dedicated to my deceased friend, Jemmy.... ( Book is completed with 180 chapters . Available on, Goodnovel and Web Novel. ) Depressed ( love yourself ) : A unique book on learning to love oneself and building a strong self esteem... Also a book on Self discovery. ( Book is completed and is Available on N******t. )

With a gentle pull, Joseph selected a dusty tome, feeling the weight of its untold stories in his hands. The book, like a relic from a bygone era, held the promise of forgotten wisdom. Before delving into its contents, Joseph decided to liberate it from its dusty shroud. A well placed exhale expelled a cloud of dust, and, in response, Joseph couldn't stifle a sneeze that reverberated through the room. "Oh my, it's so dusty, probably never been cleaned," he muttered to himself, a wry smile playing on his lips. The intentional neglect of this corner was a deliberate choice, a testament to the charm of the untouched and the allure of secrets waiting to be unraveled.

I was expecting my heart to race as it used to when he was close, but it didn't; instead, my heart was peaceful. @@@@@@ Author, are you a lovely lady? First and first, I apologize; I like this book and wish to update it frequently, but I have never earned a dime from it, therefore my exclusive book took precedence. I beg your pardon. Please share my book so I may live a better life hahaha, and while you're waiting for it, you can read my unique book on fictum or fizzo here: by memories (Ruthless is about to become Alpha)