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Chapter 11 Hadley POV We are pulling up to one of the biggest houses I had ever seen. Was this the norm for these people? I hide my awe at the huge mansion as I head up the stairs and into the front door. Once inside it only grows. I cannot help my mouth hanging slightly agape at the sight of the impressive living area. There are no other people that I can see but the space is obviously meant to accommodate many.

Within a second, he reconciled the information he got from the mountains of xianxia novels he'd devoured in his past life. If he was not gaming to while the time and his boredom away, he was doing fanatic reads on his favorite novels online. Those days were indeed special and Pepe could only relish with great privilege upon the fact that he'd lived through the lives of unforgettable mcs in his fairy tale of dreams. "Now it’s time to live those works of art in this reality. How grand would that life be, i wonder?” Pepe thought inside. He could could not help but produce an excited smile for all to see.

Shadrack replied as his eyes scanned the whole single room which only has a bathroom inside. Looking at her well tied bed with all pink stuffs, Shadrack smiled. Typical girl pink color everywhere. He murmured to his self. Apart from the bed, his eyes also rested on a chair and a small table that's well organized with books and novels. Do you have literature classes. He asked her. Nop why Alia answered and then inquired. Why so many novels do you really read them all?shadrack asked. I used to back then but now l found online novels more easy to read. I can read them anywhere with just my phone not bothering to take a book or laptop with me. Alia answered.

Every week I was going to orphanage and shelter. I decided to read a book. Whnever I had some pastime, I spent long hours, indulging myself with a gripping, thoroughly absorbing book. I think it’s because I liked forgetting about my life and just being in someone’s other one. It’s like the only escape for me. I liked doing different things so that I could forget about my problems. But somehow it was always coming to me back like waves. It was already time for my shift. I quickly took my bag and went to the cafe Red Roses near my house. It was like a comfortable cafe but I didn’t think that food there was healthy. I loved fast-food but this one was completely horrible.

Well, his house is a refrigerator and his skin is used to the cold. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete and ongoing novel. (Hmmm... While waiting for an update.) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE NINE MONTHS Would like to hear your lovely review. Looking forward to your motivational review. Love yah all readers!

Now let's ponder on these things : *What's this novel all about? Sincerely Cassiopeia is about the diary of a girl named Cassiopeia. People call her "The Flower Bud of Veluven" because of her emanating beauty, kindness and [insert all of the good qualities that a female lead could possess only because she is the protagonist]. The whole novel was told in her point of view. Unfortunately, there is only one ending for Valeria: Death. I realized, that I am in a hellish world and I will die eventually. Yeah, death is inevitable but I don't want to die foolishly!

They also have church and prophets . But the thing is there is severe famine in the outskirts of the city . Even though they worship flowers they're not sweet and pleasant as flower. they're cruel and brutal . don't even hesitate to kill a person. Ah"What am I gonna do?". "My lady, are you alright? shall I call the doctor?"she was asking with a worried voice "NO". I screamed. In this novel , killing a person is normal for them , if they find out , I'm not DAISY PERENNIS , surely I'll be killed . Moreover Duke and his son (my elder brother) are protective of daisy.

The walls are a dull, off-white color with peeling paint near the ceiling, and the single window overlooking the alley lets in more city noise than actual fresh air. It’s nothing fancy, hell, it barely qualifies as livable, but it’s home. Our shared bedroom is even smaller, just two beds crammed into opposite corners with a wobbly nightstand in between. My side is messy, clothes tossed over the bed, an old laptop sitting on top of a pile of books. Nova’s side is painfully neat, everything in perfect order, like she’s afraid of losing control of even the smallest detail. It’s not much. But it’s safe. And for now, that’s enough.

# THE HUSBAND I IMAGINED ## Season Two: The Life We Chose *A steamy contemporary romance novel — sequel season* --- ## Chapter One: The Journalist Vivian Cross had been building her career for fifteen years on exactly one skill: finding the seam in a story that everyone else had already decided was finished.

Meanwhile in Philosophy, living is having a purpose in life or an overall vision or attitude towards life. There are many definitions or descriptions of living, but they all have just one thought. For me, what is living? I certainly don't know or have any idea of what is living despite of those, I still couldn't understand what it's saying or what it's telling me. Because, how can you understand if your life has no purpose or direction. I wanted to experience being alive. Living with having a goal leading you to an imaginary final destination. Creating or drawing a picture in your mind of yourself achieving your dreams. Being to know the right path for you; that you won't even work half as h