Self Written Novels & Stories

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Having grown up immersing myself in classic literature and physical books rather than typical web novels, I have crafted a story with a unique, atmospheric depth that stands apart from standard romance novels. Years ago, following a major accident that left me in the intensive care unit, my mind was flooded with raw imagination. I promised myself then that if I survived, I would embrace every challenge. Pouring that determination into my work, I became a dedicated professional, and the story I once wrote only for myself is finally out in the world. Through my writing, I am incredibly happy to give my protagonists a brand-new, second life.

I text back a single word. Yes.

I slowly swallowed in disgust and as he finally walked away to where he parked his car, I breathed a sigh of relief. I opened my door and went straight to where my laptop was kept. I checked my mails but there was no message from any of the four companies I had applied to work for before Star Entertainment. I decided to take the bull by the horn since the day was still young. I was going to visit these companies one after the other and give them a hundred and one reasons why they needed to hire me. Jack's POV

I smiled and touched my belly, thinking before I replied, "After I finish my postpartum recovery. If you behave well." Vincent's love gave me the courage to face anything. I was free. From now on, I would actively choose my own life.

The ache in my wounds deepened. I stood before the mirror and pulled off my dress. The reflection showed raw, red welts and bleeding cuts crisscrossing my body. I remembered how, even the smallest scratch on my finger was enough for Joseph to fuss over. He would clean it himself, wrap it carefully, forbid the maids to take over. And now, I picked up a damp wipe, awkwardly twisting my body to clean the gashes. The sting of the alcohol was sharp. I leaned against the chair back, biting my lip, afraid to breathe too hard through the pain.

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Instead I settled for a simple text. I'm back home. Missing you. And send. ***

com/AuthorAmandaSteel Lots of love, Amanda <3

That memory felt tainted now. Still crying, still angry, I marched into the kitchen and pulled out my checkbook.My fingers hovered over the top check. Just paper, but it felt like stone in my hand. Like if I wrote this, there’d be no walking it back. My throat burned. One deep breath, then another. I blinked twice and just… did it. Quick. Before my courage could blink too. My hand hesitated only once before I wrote it. One million. From my personal account. Under my maiden name, Sofie Davis.