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It was only my imagination, they were all against me. I don't know about you, but I love reading Chinese novels as well as mangas. They transport me to a world were people reincarnate, where a second chance can be obtained, you can correct you mistake in your second life, you can even prevent injustice to happen since you have super powers or cheat like a magical ornament. There you're efforts are compensated. It's so idealistic, that is why I also read novels, be it historical, romantic or fantasy, they're my heaven. I escaped to this imaginaries world's, when I can't take it anymore. My best novels are " any duchess will do", throne of Glass" and "Jane Eyre", they're more realistic. But I

Natalia I was so bored. Daniel had told me not to do any housework but I was sorely tempted to start dinner just to have something to do. I found a book and tried to read like he told me. The book didn't hold my attention, though. My life has been much more interesting lately than some crime novel. My whole life had been boring before I met him. I hadn't realized it while I was living it. After meeting Daniel , it was like I was living in color now, but my previous life had all been black and white.

“I’m fine, Liv. Just… a little tired.” Her brow arched skeptically. “Tired? You look like you just walked through a ghost town. You’re avoiding eye contact, and your hands are shaking. What’s really going on? I know you said you wanted to hang out, but we can just head back to my place and order in if being outside is too much for you right now.” I sighed, knowing I couldn’t keep it to myself any longer. I reached into my bag and pulled out the novel, placing it on the table between us with a thud that felt louder than I intended. “It’s this.”

“The soil is right. The drainage is right. The attention is right. A correct life has that same quality. Things grow. The accumulation is visible.” Fleur turned to Elian. “The novels come from this?” “Everything comes from this,” Elian said. “The novels, the foundation, the letters, the conversations. You can’t write about staying from anywhere other than where you’re staying.” “And the third novel?” “Still growing,” Elian said with a small smile. “Underground. Like garlic in winter.” Fleur looked around the home, its quiet layers of meaning, the evidence of lives faithfully lived. “I’ve filmed many people in many places,” she said finally. “This is the most real place I’ve been.”

"The return is not the end. The return is the continuation." Don looked at him. "Yes," he said. "That is what the novel is about. The dark is the experience. The return is life. The dark changes you, but you do not stay in the dark. You come back, and you live, and the change is in the living."

He wanted to feel alive again. All he seemed to feel, when Jimmy was about to behead him, was disappointment. This told Jimmy one thing; killing Isimud would not bring an end to the story. Shakespeare was long dead, so were Dickens and Austen, but their stories had more life than ever. You don’t end a tale by killing the person who told it. This wouldn’t end the story. Isimud would just come back to life, no matter how many times he was killed.

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Happy on small small things. Hello guys how are you all I hope you all are fine. And if you love this novel and want to read more than pls add this novel to your libary and you can even write your reviews and let me know what you all think about this novel.

Writing became my only escape, my dream! And so I wrote like my life depended on it, because it did. I wrote the stories I wanted to read, the men I wanted to see, the escape I’d never been allowed and slowly, painstakingly, people started reading. One blog post at a time, one short story at a time and one novel at a time. And now? Now I live in an apartment I own in a quiet estate, far enough from the chaos of the city that I could hear myself think, surrounded by walls I chose, streets I know, and a life that’s mine and mine alone.

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