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She had set her sights too high, only to see them crumble in devastation before her eyes when he had so rudely turned her away. The coach slowed in front of a square, two-story white house surrounded by a white and black picket fence. A decorative panel crowned the front door while flattened columns stood on each side. Five windows crossed the front of the house on each level, all closed behind draperies. The pitched roof displayed two chimneys on opposite ends. No smoke billowed from the inside. Isabelle’s hopes dropped. The house looked deserted. Would she be able to do what she needed by herself?

His downfall is destined by the Gods. Pucha is weird! Does this mean Cayden will be defeated and fall? Eight months? Wait, that's almost here... Today is already the 7th month. But shit, this book is written like what? Years ago? Why am I affecting this book? And as it says here, mythology right? That means it's not true. Aish, why did I even read this? So I just closed the book and just looked at the front but my eyes just widened.

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She didn't know why she cared so much, but Valia’s pain gripped her like a hand around the lungs. She flipped another page. And Another. She could not stop. By the tenth chapter, the world around Fru had begun to shift. "What in gods' name of craziness is going on..." Fru whispered, as she struggled to stand straight. Her eyes darting around her. The sound of crickets dulled into silence. "Whoa, whoa, whoa" Fru's mouth rounded in disbelief as the ink in the book rippled beneath her gaze, words liquefying into an emerald glow.

After the call Adaeze sat in the quiet sitting room for a long time. She thought about what it meant to say yes to this. The book would exist. With her name on it. In the world. Available to anyone who wanted to read it — not just the women in online groups who had found their way to her posts through shares and recommendations and the particular organic movement of something that was reaching the people who needed it. Anyone. Strangers. People who knew her. People who knew Emeka. People in the church they attended and the neighbourhood they lived in and the extended family that gathered at birthdays and celebrations and had their own understanding of what the Okonkwo marriage looked like fr

when it comes to gist and details about her life so she left no details when she was telling her about Ohio, they sat and talked for almost an hour before other students of literature started coming in, they knew their class was about to begin so they ran for the front seat so they could get a better glimpse of there lecturer and a better view of everybody who was giving an opinion on the book to be reviewed. Stephanie wondered what literary work they would be reviewing that day. She anticipated it like a person who was waiting for the lottery to be won. "Calm down sis, you would soon know what we will be reviewing" Mirabel teased. In a few minutes, the lecturer came in and started the clas

Wednesday. It was finally time to submit my book report on Great Expectations. As I handed in my five-paged report to Ms. Borja, I breathed a sigh of relief. I went through a lot to finish my report, struggling with a roller coaster of emotions and several all too familiar parallelisms along the way, but I overcame everything and came up with a report that I was proud of. Though it was somehow bittersweet that it was over, I knew that I would always remember the life and love lessons from Great Expectations.

"The village elder was asking for you. He wants to know if you can help him draft a letter to the district office about the water pipes. It seems your 'way with words' is in high demand." Dewangga laughed. It was a sound of pure relief. "I think I can handle a letter about water pipes." That night, a storm rolled over the mountains. Thunder echoed through the peaks like the ghost of a distant war, but inside the hut, the fire crackled with a comforting warmth. Dewangga sat by the hearth, the laptop on his knees. He began to type the first chapter of his book. He wrote about a boy who lived in a house of glass, where every word was a stone and every smile was a mask. He wrote about the moment

Shirl didn't know why, but her heart continued to drop lower with each day she didn't wake up. * * * Zane, on the other hand, has vanished into obscurity, as if he has finally realized his mistakes, but it is too late. To soothe himself, he tells himself that all he intended to do was teach Shirley her proper place by making her entirely subordinate. He was well aware that he would injure himself by injuring her from the start, but he persisted in his schemes.

Tears welled up in my eyes but it was too late for regrets. . . I was positive that he will let me go outside this organization if I break him the news of my pregnancy. I was positive that I can't run away this time at this stage. . . "Please go", I cried and then I felt his presence without looking at him. Vyom....He is here. . . . #TBC . . . #Author_Note: The New Part will be after 5 NEW reviews over the story. I repeat, NEW review by the new member. Only 33 reviews are there presently however 1600+ people are reading this story.