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So, "I begin... it is entirely my idea. I'm going to include it in my novel. Once upon a time, there was a girl who became lost in the dark woods, and then a handsome prince appeared out of nowhere to save her from falling down the hill. He squeezed her so tightly that her heart began to pound furiously. It was love at first sight. But when the girl opens her eyes, she realises it was all a dream." Yona blushed softly. "Okk!!" It was, after all, a fairy tale. Rosi inquired, her face expressionless. "Well, it may be a fairly tale, but for me it was just the best moment in my life after that I got trapped in cage, which was deadly experience of my life." "What? Were you imprisoned? When!! Rosi

I twiddle with my fingers to uncomfortable to say anything else. (I just want to sleep, im so tired.) I yawn and just huddle up against the seat closing my eyes. (Maybe I'll just take a nap here.) (The next day) I sleepily open my eyes to see an unfamiliar room with an unfamiliar smell of salt. I sit up pulling the blanket around me I go to investigate. As soon as I open the door I am bumped into by someone. (Owe...My nose...) I rub my nose and look up to see Kadachi who was also a bit shocked.

Hey peeps, Thank you very much for clicking this novel, I’m very happy for you to read this novel I wrote with passion and love. I’ve written a lot of stories but never published them. This is the first to be published, and I really hope you like it This story is different from the usual story on GoodNovel but I really hope you enjoy it. The love, suspense, thrill and death Please note, if you cannot handle fights and gun violence please DO NOT READ. They will be quite a lot in this story.

I had stayed up all night to write the last chapter and we were in the early hours of the next day already. My eyes were heavy and I was tired but still felt giddy about it. I, the naive rebel from small-town Oakley, had written a novel. "What is the title?" "I do not know yet." It was hard arriving at a decision. I knew not whether to give it a romantic one or a realistic one. "But I would like to make it a real book, like those that you read. I know it doesn't focus on ideas or theories or research but it is really a significant book. I would like you to help me."

“So, Ariya, what are you passionate about?” The words began to leave my mouth before I could hold them back, “When I was younger, I used to fantasize about what my life would be like if humans were free and left to make their own decisions and be in control of their own lives. So, I’d write about it. Eventually the fairly vivid fantasy turned into a seven-hundred-page novel about a girl’s adventurous journey of self-discovery and growth based off of what she experiences, observes and learns throughout the various outrageous situations she faces throughout her lifetime. It has everything you could hope for, adventures beyond your wildest imagination, horrors, mysteries, riddles, cursed and ra

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Samantha wakes up to the sound of birds chirping outside Adam's window. She turns her head and sees Adam sleeping peacefully next to her. Memories of the previous night flood her mind, and she feels a mix of guilt and excitement. She slowly gets out of bed, careful not to wake him up, and quietly dresses. As she stands by the door, she takes one last look at Adam's bedroom, feeling a pang of sadness. She wishes things could be different, but she knows she can't stay. She walks out of the room and closes the door behind her, tiptoeing down the stairs.

Olivia sat at her desk with the lamp glowing dim and the night pressing at the windows like a heavy curtain. Her fingers trembled over the keyboard. The cursor blinked at her, waiting. She had been writing for hours, maybe days, it all blurred. Words poured out of her like blood from an open wound. Her novel.

I turned to face the window, hiding the faint smile that tugged at my lips. “Thank you,” I whispered. He didn’t answer, but his hand tightened slightly on the wheel — just enough for me to know that he’d heard me. ***The morning sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows of the Lawson estate, scattering fragments of gold across the marble floor. I stood before the mirror, staring at the reflection of the woman who gazed back at me — the woman I was becoming. Nova. But not the same Nova who used to cower behind her grandmother’s fence, afraid of whispers, afraid of eyes that mocked and judged. Not the girl who cried herself to sleep because her father chose another family over her.