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How to make the novel proceed well, how will I make them fall in love with each other to avoid misfortunes. Last night, I figured out something before sleeping. And that is, if the novel didn't proceed well, it could ve chaotic in this empire. Since the plot has no direction at all, it could get messy just like this. So if this continues, if the heroine and male lead continues to be indifferent with each other, we can meet misfortunes in the future and I will no longer know the future whuch can become inconvenient and worrisome

He asked. "I read the book." She started. "Majority of the readers might not notice it but I did. When I finished it, I feel like something is off– like you know? like something is missing. It has so many plot holes. Many question are left unanswered. You felt that too on your 'Book Of Murder' right?" "Yeah." Eliot admitted. "Maybe that's the reason why I was transfered inside my own book. Because I felt so unsatisfied with my own work."

For Elise who's unemployed in her last life, she feels ashamed, these children age seven to fifteen starting to work to learn how to feed themselves. This is also the reason why she hated this novel. All the struggle , hope and tenacity of the children have built will just be in vain once the tragedy happened. It's disgusting to think that they were just side characters for the protagonist to be known. Elise who thought that sacrifices are important for every character development is exhausting to one's pov.

I can feel her gaze on me. Claire "Are you okay?" Her voice is soft, careful. I don’t answer right away. I keep watching the rain fall. Finally, I turn around. Her eyes search my face, looking for answers that even I am incapable of forming. Daniel "I’m in an impossible situation." My voice is hoarse, marked by exhaustion. "I have evidence against her. But… I can’t help but doubt. Something feels off, Claire. I look at her, and I don’t see a criminal. I see someone… I want to understand. Someone I want to protect."

She crossed the street slow, the way you do when you’re not sure if the ground beneath your feet is still yours. Her old apartment building loomed like a ghost at the end of the block. Five floors of faded brick and boarded-up windows. The place looked gutted. Hollow. Like it, too, had been doing time in its own way. She didn’t go inside. Instead, she turned the corner and walked toward the one place she still hoped would open its door. A narrow row house with chipping paint and flowerpots that had seen better days. Meekey climbed the stoop and knocked. Twice. Then waited.

by Damn, you can know how excited I was that at least I would be with this bitch who claims to be innocent. So here we are going through the books in the library to find a chosen topic. She was wearing her sunglasses, she took them off and unbuttoned her shirt, saying the library was hot, and her cleavage came into view. I lost my concentration fuck, it is too disturbing to keep staring at the cleavages, but I have to act as a man in her presence, so we move to the corner of the shelf where history books are stacked and rare to check.

I’ll probably keep on freelancing for both Take 2 Interactive and Rockstar games, or I could try getting in at Googleplex or Applepark. I put the discarded novel on top of my suitcase. I don’t know why I even bother to read it. It’s not well written, the grammar sucks — a bunch of crap, really. And the couple on the cover is so cliché. The whole stereotypical romantic pose makes my skin crawl with frustration. I sigh deeply. I’m so uptight my neck is pulling into a spasm. “You know he’s going to be here tonight?” Of course, I know. That’s the whole darn problem.

My silence is confirming his doubts. Luke is a good person. During my time here in Seattle, I've learned that about him. I know he can be trusted. I've developed fondness for him and I know he has already understood that I and Rafe are not what we show to people. "Say what's bothering you." He leans forward, crossing his arms on the table, "Maybe I can help. Hope the problem is not to the extreme." Extreme...It's on the verge of completely falling apart. My heart becomes heavy as if a huge lump is placed on it, pressing it down. The waiter brings our coffees to the table and puts them in front of us. He leaves then.

Just a friendly reminder, Babes. This novel is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. We’re closing in on the shaky part of this book. Like what I’ve mentioned in the beginning, some scenes ahead might not be suitable for everyone. This book will tackle sensitive topics such as rape and self harm. And if you decide to go further, I would ask for your kind understanding.

First I thank God for the opportunities he gave me to write this book, my family for being patient with me and you who have read and followed the book so far, I thank the platform for the space and for accepting my book, this is my first novel, I know I don't master it very well, but this book was inspired by a joke when I moved house, Our neighbor had a ferocious sense of humor, but in the end it was just that, well I don't talk about religion in the book, but I'm a Christian so that's why this novel is light in terms of spicy scenes, I know that many like it, but there are also those who don't, so this book is for both, because there's so much tragedy that there's no time left RS. I needed