Novel & Cerita The Idea Of You Book

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The word landed in my chest and detonated. A book. My words. My voice. Bound and printed and sitting on shelves and in strangers' hands and existing in the world as a permanent, undeniable thing that I'd built from nothing but pain and a laptop and the stubborn, desperate belief that my feelings weren't too much. "I – yeah," I said. "I've considered it." "Good. Think about it seriously. I'll send you their contact information." She hung up. I sat on my bed with the phone in my lap and the word book expanding inside me like a held breath that had been waiting months to be released.

Protective, possessive and crazy with want. I bet he'd be like that in real life too, except a lot more charming and talkative than this guy. And with a way better butt. And… ➿➿➿➿➿ I blame the book. It turned smutty out of goddamn nowhere, so it put ideas into my head. And it also made it impossible for me to put it down or for me to stop picturing Bram as the guy... and me as the girl. So, when I fall asleep, the dream starts forming like a movie I'm too weak to turn off.

There was something about it that made me want to record every detail. "What's your book about?" he asked suddenly, without taking his eyes off the screen. I looked down at the book in my hands. "It's about a woman's journey to find herself." He stopped typing and turned his head. "Sounds interesting." I smiled faintly. “Interesting. Not because the story is extraordinary, but because the small details feel close. Everyday things that turn out to have meaning.” He stared at me for a long moment, then nodded slowly. “I see what you mean.”

## Author's Note Hello everyone, I am incredibly grateful that you have taken the time to delve into my book “Caged by Him.” Your time and attention are invaluable, and I want to express my heartfelt thanks for allowing my story to be a part of your day. Writing this book has been a journey filled with passion, creativity, and a few challenges along the way, and I’m thrilled to share it with you.

Which woman's heart is willing to double? I was not willing myself. You know, I could have mutilated Angel's body and scorched it to get rid of the traces. But I don't want to. I have always held the principle that women are just trashy women who consciously attend and destroy other people's households. That's Angel. She is trash. I don't want to repay Angel even though I want to. Because a queen can't compete with trash . Arga has brought Angel to this apartment. Yes, the apartment that the two of us originally decided to live in. The original decision was that we had time alone -- now we can have three. Yes, Arga, Angel and I. Isn't it sad?

I muttered to myself, reaching for the book as my fingers trembled. And that's when I came up with the craziest idea I ever had.

The title interested Anthony, he nodded at Yugo in appreciation as he received the book that was handed to him. ‘Rogue, Not Rough.’ It read. “Trust me when I say, it took me many years of research to know these things. If you want to know, you would have to embrace the reality of what you are. You are not fiction. Stop reading those fictious story that tells you that you are what you aren’t. They are just figment of the human mind but you,” Yugo pointed at him then tapped his own chest, “We have seen it happen. We have felt it. So, what do you think about reading books from people who have felt it too? I think…”

She rolled her eyes as if I pointed out the most obvious thing ever, "I'm going to take a shower and freshen up. Give me half an hour!" I nodded, shooing her off so that I could be in a state of peace and quiet once more. After meeting Lucifer an idea for a book started to play in my head. A book between two individuals who had pure and selfish lust for one another. Kind of like what Lucifer and I have. It intrigued me how two individuals could want and crave each other so intensely, so shamelessly. The simple gesture of his warm breath dancing on my skin made my heart pound in my chest a million times faster than it was meant to beat.