Novel & Cerita Writing A Novel In November

The End ###### Author’s Note Hello, dear reader! Fated Mates Torn By Hate is the first book among my ten books that I wrote that garnered the most views (and has the most words). I’ve been writing since September 2021 here in GoodNovel so you know how this means so much to me. And I thank you so much for that. *makes sobbing noises*

Read my other books that are available on GoodNovel !. Mary Redferne (will be completed next month) 2. Danika Williams 3. Emily Warner 4. The Mafia and the HR 5. The Mafia and his Stalker I want to express my heartfelt gratitude for all your unwavering support throughout this journey. Your encouragement means the world to me! Mark your calendars because my new book is set to release on June 1st, and guess what? It's going to be absolutely free! 😊 Sending heaps of love and gratitude your way. Thank you for being the best readers ever! Love you all, Irresistiblyme💕

Coming up tomorrow on 1st April Read my other books that are available on GoodNovel !. Mary Redferne (will be completed next month) 2. Danika Williams 3. Emily Warner 4. The Mafia and the HR 5. The Mafia and his Stalker I want to express my heartfelt gratitude for all your unwavering support throughout this journey. Your encouragement means the world to me! Mark your calendars because my new book is set to release on June 1st, and guess what? It's going to be absolutely free! 😊

--- The book sells well enough. Enough that the publisher asks for a second one. I tell them I need time. That I'm still living the story, not just telling it. Celeste laughs when I tell her. "A sequel?" "Maybe. In a few years." "What would you write about?" "The quiet parts. The ones that don't make headlines." "Those are the only parts worth writing about." --- November brings rain. Not the soft rain of spring — the pounding, relentless rain of Atlantic storms. The windows rattle. Orwell hides under the bed. Celeste and I curl up on the couch, reading, talking, doing nothing at all.

"If one woman reads it and recognizes herself and leaves. Or stays and asks for help. Or just feels less alone. That's worth going back through it." "Then write the book." "You'll have to be in it. Honestly." "I know." "Your role in everything. Meeting you. Falling in love with you. All of it." "I know. Write it anyway." I signed the contract in January. The same month Daniel learned to clap. Simultaneous beginnings. Writing happened in the early mornings. Before the children woke. Before the household activated. The specific quiet of 5 AM. Coffee. The open document on my laptop. The city still dark outside.

October came to Blackwood territory. The seventh October. The trees changing. The light going low and golden. The hall catching the afternoon light in the upper windows. I was in the hall on a Tuesday morning when I sat with something honestly. The story had been going for a long time. The chapters had accumulated. Each one a step from the one before. The network restored. The consultation running. The institution established. The bond health work extending. Article Eleven on the horizon. Real things. True things.

I said talking his hands "November? Like October, November?" He asked clearly amused "Yes, like October, November" I confirmed giving him a small smile. "That's like so cool" "Thanks" "So any idea on why you were named after the 11th month?" He asked, giving me this serious face, like the face you use to talk to a costumer or something "My mom, she was born on the 11th month and she said she didn't know what else would fit me if not November" I explained.

She looked at the notebook. At the one line. At everything it meant and everything that came after it and the kitchen around her and the man across from her and the bread in the oven and November. She picked up the pen. She wrote below the first line: Now we begin.

- Russell Barkley - Happy new year, everyone! Thank you for partaking in this story! I'm incredibly grateful. I love you all! This novel will always be a big part of me because it's the first novel I actually finished. I hope you got lessons from this story! Writing this was very challenging as thriller and crime is a genre that requires a meticulous mind. */Pats my head/ I'm so proud of Bella, and she will always have a special part in the chambers of my heart.

Dolly’s POV If heartbreak had a cure, Lena was convinced it came in three forms: Hot chocolate so sweet it could induce a coma. Christmas movies so stupid they rewrote your brain chemistry. Avoiding all adult responsibilities until January. Which was how I ended up being dragged downstairs the next evening, half-asleep, half-resisting, fully doomed. “Come on, wounded penguin,” Lena said, tugging me by the wrist. “Movie night waits for no emotional wreck.”