Novel & Cerita When God Writes Your Love Story Book

"And someday. maybe. I wish that we could write our story. The truth. The hurt. The love." "You mean a book?" he laughed. "Maybe," she whispered. "Something true. So when people read about us, they don't read scandal and tabloids. They read healing. Survival. The kind of love that doesn't concern itself with rules." Kc wrapped herself more closely around him. "We'll tell it. Both of us." Behind them, the music floated down from the party above. Fireworks exploded in the sky, sudden—glittering white flashes and soft golden waterfalls.

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“You’re not just part of our legacy, Luz. You are it.” Back in Atlanta weeks later, Cassie found herself reflecting more often. She journaled at sunrise. Read old letters. Sketched new ideas. One afternoon, she told Damon, “I think I’m ready to write the last book.” He looked up from his tea. “You sure?” She nodded. “Not a memoir. Not business. A love story. About everything. Us. Our children. What happens when you let love lead.” Damon smiled. “You know what to call it.”

" Yup. He's the creator of the entire universe and he knows best. " " He doesn't make mistakes and never will. ” “ Yeah. ” " We are blessed and favored among thousands. " " Yeah, that's why we are chosen. " " Exactly. " " We'll be fine, Joseph. " " I know. God is with us. He is in our story. He's the writer taking down every single detail of it. Even the tiniest detail the best writer would normally miss. " " Exactly, Isn't it beautiful that the God of the entire universe, is single handedly writing our love story? "

I muttered as I took it and tore the page. "What should I write." I used the pen to tap my chin “I left for work, thank you.." I stopped writing, what is wrong with you Tara, why are you thanking him? I tore the page again “Looking for me? I left for work." I wrote for the last time. I kept it on the center table and then head out of the house.

She stole my breath away at that moment. She picked up the phone at the other end, her eyes urging me to do the same. “I’m planning on writing a book,” she whispered, still maintaining her friendly face. “Writing a book? Bitch, what the hell do you want?” I yelled, my eyes blazing with fury. What did her writing skills have to do with me? “The book is about failures. Guess who would be on the cover? You,” she said, her lips parting as laughter escaped them. I stared at her with rage, different methods of turning her instincts flickering in my mind.

She is very cynical when it comes to love and relationship. But she has to earn and live. This is what is destined for her. This is the talent given to her by God from above. It would be a pity if she did not use it. So even if her job was against her beliefs, she had to write. Besides, she had friends who fell in love even for a short time and get hurt after, so she had someone she can borrow feelings that she needed to put in what she was writing. Well, that was the gift of God. She could make a nice love story even in the middle of a war. So even if what she sees is catastrophic, she can still make it thrilling.

―――― The End 💕 Author’s Note To my amazing readers, From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Thank you for every like, every comment, every moment you spent following Clairessa and Gabriel’s love story. What began as nothing more than a passionate idea in my head has now bloomed into a complete journey, one filled with pain, healing, and ultimately, love. Your support, your dedication, and your encouragement made this possible. This happy, sweet ending is not just mine, it’s ours. But this is not the end of the journey. 😘 Please also read and supoort my new book, Forced to Be the Mafia King’s Bride.

The mighty moon watched over us, a silent witness to our love and the promises of a future filled with joy and endless possibilities. __________ Dear readers, What an amazing journey this has been! A whole year ago, I embarked on the adventure of writing this novel, and alongside the resilient Nesta, I have witnessed myself grow and let go of the fears that once bound me. It's been a transformative experience, and I couldn't be more grateful for your support throughout.