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she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.

She said the children's book are just for brainless who will not succeed in life. Of course, I did what she said. I tried to read the book she wants. But in the end, I surrendred. I can not understand the story for I was still 5 years old when she forced me to read that. But instead of being mad at this book, I made it as an inspiration to read more and more books, not just today but also in the future. - - - Rhea's POV I am here in my house living and waiting for Dwyane to come here. He has all of the materials that we need in order to conduct our plan to sabotage Fatima's restaurant.

Avery realized that these people could live peacefully together when there were no benefits to be had. She came across an online novel by chance and browsed through it a few times. She wasn't too interested in tombs being stolen. Then one day she went to the bookstore to look up information and suddenly found the online novel on the bookstore's best-seller shelf, in the most conspicuous position.

, who will die for the heroine's sake. Sounds cliché, but the story continues. And it also sounded terrible, actually. There's a lot of things that I can do to prevent Penelope's death flag. And that was, to never follow Penelope's role in the novel and will live my own desired life, far from that "death flag". If I have to bring havoc to the plot, who cares, I am only living my life. Wrecking up the whole plot just to live? It's a human instinct, called survival. Let's live! Shall we?

He walked back to his part and start packing the necessary things he will need over there. *** Guess Tehzeeb will be free for now Thank you all for reading my novel. I appreciate your efforts by voting and commenting My Upcoming Novel will be Hausa Novel and it's gonna be my first novel in hausa...... DANI KIKE

She watched the three of them—the ancient, the immortal, and the newly born—and thought about what it meant to be part of something that had never existed before. She thought about the novel she had read in her previous life, the one she had despised, the one that had given her a villainess to be exhausted by and a plot to navigate and an ending she had found unsatisfying. The novel is gone now. The story it had contained had been overwritten, replaced by something else, something that had no script and no predetermined conclusion and no guarantee of survival. She thought: this is what it feels like to be alive in an unwritten world.

Most whores didn't become a whore because they wanted to — Life made them one. We can't choose our destiny — it was already written. But the only thing we can do is edit, make amends, and shove a middle finger on the face of FATE! "FUCK LIFE, YOU WON!" THIS NOVEL IS WRITTEN BY ME — RF EWELE DAUGHTER OF A CHILD PREDATOR WHO WANTED TO PROVE TO LIFE THAT I DIDN'T CHOOSE MY DESTINY — BUT I CAN EDIT IT TO MY TASTE! Bye for now 💕

In some ways, Sharon wasn't that different from how she had been in her past life. She couldn't help but wonder: If there was a next life, could Sharon let go of her obsession and finally live for herself? She didn't know the answer. But Nova knew one thing for sure—she would live this life well. Not for love, not for anyone else, but for herself.

"It's highly likely we'll freeze to death in this weather if our car breaks down." The new year came three months after the zombie outbreak. The snow hadn't stopped over the past month, and the frostiness had slowed the rotting of the zombies' corpses. The zombies themselves had also slowed. We didn't have much food left but still decided to have a hearty meal on New Year's Eve. We made steak and fried chicken, even popping open our last bottle of wine to celebrate. "Happy New Year!" We wanted to celebrate the new year and the fact that we were still alive.

Màiri looked at him. "It is," he said. "It's a novel. The box is a novel told in objects. Thirty years of it. Each thing in it is a chapter. And the novel continues — you keep adding to it. It has no last sentence because you haven't lived it yet." Màiri held the box in her lap. "A novel told in objects," she said. "Written by a life." She looked at Elian with the grey-green eyes — the eyes that saw things accurately before anyone else did, the family trait. "You'll write that down."