Novel & Cerita Women Talking Novel

I took a sip of my drink, could only listen to what they discussed. "So you're Violen, the woman who's been talked about on campus?" blurted Elis. She smiled at me. A smile that looks oppressive "Yeah, Violen is the winner of the novel competition on our campus. Of course, she became the topic of conversation because she was famous for it. right Violen?" said Nandin smiling warmly at me "Yeah, I mean I don't know what they're talking about, I don't know," I answered stuttering. "I don't mean that. You are talked about as a naughty woman," said Elis deadly

it's thrilling for some people( she's talking about herself) Now , I'll continue with this , I'll make female protagonist to take the lead and make the male lead beg on his knees and make him lick inbetween her thighs , and tease his thing with her toes and whip him in his ass . Oops I sounded like a perveted physco . it's just their fantasies , it's not like they're real pervet .haha... (Lol, she's just justifying her perveted acts ) Ha! Finally I finished this novel . But I can't send Ash , because she is a women , and it's an adult novel .

“I’m looking for some books for my fiancée, but I’m not sure what she likes to read.” The sales assistant tilted her head thoughtfully. “Well, we have a wide variety. Perhaps I can suggest some classic novels? They’re always a safe choice.” Jack nodded, feeling a little more confident. “That sounds like a good idea. Can you show me some?” The sales assistant led Jack to a shelf filled with novels from different eras and styles. “Here are some classics,” she said, picking up a volume. “This is ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen. It’s a love story that many women adore.”

My breath hitched. It wasn't a baby. It was a doll….a cold, plastic thing with unblinking glass eyes. A cold sweat broke out across my neck. I looked at Dex again; I didn't need to know the whole story to feel the agonizing weight of his reality. If this were Novel... if I had to watch her lose herself like this... I didn't think I'd survive it. “He’s lovely, right?” the woman asked with a wide, vacant grin. “Yes,” Novel whispered, her eyes shining with a sudden, sharp clarity. “And his

Aiden immediately shuddered. I wanted to ask, do you know anything about a well-known fictional story about me?" "Fiction? You mean novels?" "Yeah, something like that!" "Look in the web novel Writers and look for a story called I know you want me." "Ok, thank you." After replying, Leo immediately closed the conversation and ignored the woman who kept texting him. "Writters, she said? So, this is the application that must be downloaded?" He muttered as he downloaded the web novel application that the unknown woman said.

I was relieved to see there were no men here, at least if there was going to be a man he should be gay and we all agreed to that. We were six. Cindy Bellman, Aisha Mohammed, Drew Finch, Jessica Boston, Lexi Hale, and me. We were just six beautiful ladies who loved to talk about our favorite books and rant about how JK Rowling is a bitch for her transphobic tweets. Sometimes we'd just go out to have some fun. We weren't just a book club we were a sisterhood. Lexi's mystery thriller novel will be out next month and I'm so happy for her, there's no room for jealousy or spite because as women who moan over hot fictional characters like Christian Grey we can not bash each other all we have is lov

“Mrs. Walker and I talk about twice a month about the books we should order and maintain at the library. She loves literature as much as I do.” “Mr. Tobias and Mr. Elan also approached me this morning about their desire to stop business at this bank. Their wives are good friends with Mrs. Walker and are just as upset about what George and Conrad did to your family as she is. You may not realize it but your opinion pulls a lot of weight in this town. I never considered the power of women interacting together and influencing their husbands‟ decisions. I’ll have to take you dancing with me as long as we’re married. You’re good for business.”

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.

They came in talking to each other, filling the room with the comfortable noise of women who knew each other or were meeting each other for the first time and finding, immediately, the particular frequency of recognition that gathered in spaces like this. They were all ages. Women in their twenties, some of them, who had the look of people at the beginning of things — at the beginning of marriages, perhaps, or the beginning of the questions that marriages eventually required. Women in their thirties and forties who had the look of people inside the middle of things, navigating in real time the territory the book described. Women in their fifties and sixties who had the look of people who had

“What could you possibly want here?" “Oh, I’m not here for pizza,” Nova simpered, shoving her shoulder against the wood to force her way inside the warm lobby without waiting for an invitation. She shook the snowflakes off her jacket, looking around the humble restaurant with a look of supreme satisfaction on her face. “I guessed you’d be hiding in here, I guessed right. I just thought it was time we had a real, woman-to-woman chat.”