Yours Truly Book Review Novels & Stories

“Your book… it made it feel possible. Not easy. But possible. Like you don’t have to have all the power. You just have to be more annoying.” I laughed. “That’s the unofficial slogan.” On the drive home, exhilarated and exhausted, we dissected the night in the car. “Did you see the guy taking notes during your ‘asymmetrical narrative engagement’ bit?” Chloe asked Arthur from the backseat. “He looked like he was trying to diagram your soul.” “He was a sociology PhD candidate. He asked for my sources,” Arthur said, a hint of smugness in his voice. “I sold three copies of the book,” I said, still amazed. “To actual strangers.”

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The title interested Anthony, he nodded at Yugo in appreciation as he received the book that was handed to him. ‘Rogue, Not Rough.’ It read. “Trust me when I say, it took me many years of research to know these things. If you want to know, you would have to embrace the reality of what you are. You are not fiction. Stop reading those fictious story that tells you that you are what you aren’t. They are just figment of the human mind but you,” Yugo pointed at him then tapped his own chest, “We have seen it happen. We have felt it. So, what do you think about reading books from people who have felt it too? I think…”

"I admire your looks so much if not for your character you would be a perfect husband. Good looks, great body, a great taste of fashion. So l have decided that before l die l should at least die a happy girl. Can l kiss you." I expected him to get surprised or flustered but no he stared at me through it all. Maybe in his mind he was mocking he or he was getting impatient so that he got rid of me faster. He paced to where l was standing ad looked me in the eyes as he looked down on my lips. I could not help as l gulp down anticipating the feeling of his pink lips on mine. Imagining how soft could they be. For he is truly so handsome. I have travelled so much but l never saw any man like this.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

Murphy, in response, gave a nod before the two of them disappeared from the noisy crowd. “Hmmm. Indeed, Andrei and Casper weren’t lying when they said your works are excellent. Your designs are unique and truly practical. No wasted space. I like it” Murphy can’t help but feel proud upon hearing consistent compliments from the chairman. Mr. Chaisel was said to be quite picky and strict, down to the tiniest details, and can be harsh sometimes in giving feedback (well, most of the time, as Kiefer warned her before) so Murphy has prepared her mental state before she came into the mansion. Her palms were sweating in her grasps as Mr. Chaisel fell silent for minutes while browsing her portfolio th

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

It was about truth. She stepped inside. The bell above the door chimed, and the clerk smiled at her. “You’re Amara Clottey, aren’t you? The author of Too Deep to Erase?” Her breath caught for a moment. Hearing it out loud the title, her name it felt surreal. “Yes,” she said softly. “That’s me.” The clerk grinned. “Your book’s touched so many people. One woman cried right here at the counter. Said it was like reading her own heart.”

I found a book to read after searching for a while and sat down on a bean bag that was in the corner. "I'm guessing you like it." He teased and wiggled his eyebrows. I grinned and bounced in my seat. "I freaking love it!" I exclaimed with a large smile. "Well, I'm glad. I found this place when I was younger and have been coming since. I'm friends with the owner, but he isn't in today. It's a cafe and library at the same time." He explained, and I listened to every word. After that, we read, and more likely, I read while he listened, and we shared our opinions about the characters.

"So the novel wasn't hiding the truth from a general audience at all. It was showing a very particular truth to a very particular handful of people, in a form deniable enough that no one could ever prove what it was actually saying." "That would explain a great deal, wouldn't it? Why it reads the way it does. Precise where precision serves someone's purpose, vague everywhere else." Sophia set the book down between them, as though it had grown suddenly heavier than its weight alone accounted for. "I don't like how much sense this makes, Amber. I'd much rather be wrong about it." --- "How did you even think to check the binding?" Chloe asked, still turning the revelation over. "I read that boo