Vishwaas - Reviews

To talk about his writing, he has a good grasp, but he makes it messy and very confusing to read. The goals are not clear. The mc is kinda boring. So if you looking for anything except these then the story is yours. But if you are looking for a smart mc and a constant development then it's not the story u should read.

It's a half-baked novel that doesn't make sense at all, not that you would expect too much realism from a web novel but this is just poor writing and isn't engaging at all.

I like reading on pet beasts and cheatcodes!! ? So hoping this book to be picked  ?????????????????????????????

Thank you RWX at WW for the translation. He has up to book four translated. Go there to read. Good story with a different feel to it. Reminds me of a badass MadMax.

A slap is too light and so is sending her to the depths of hell. She's a walking bomb that won't explode unless you pull her ring. She'll self destruct. Even better ???

He put new ones to his nose and turned to face the rest of the people in the cafe. They were in a public setting, after all, it was only right to apologize.

Then he stood back and strolled towards the kitchen like it was his was his own place. It was the first time he was there but even so, the apartment was small and he could clearly see the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of water and then down it in one go before he poured another and brought it to Carmi which was still lost in her own thoughts.

"hmmmm.... I will see you later" I said running out of the dressing room with a blush on my face. I know, I am a coward. He likes me. Jay just admitted that he likes me. I feel like I should scream for joy but I can't because my dancers are all looking at me.

Elementary - Light : Small

  My first jurisdiction was the West Khasi Hills district of Meghalaya. One day as I was in my office, I had a lady visitor (I was informed that she was a well known doctor).No sooner had she entered the room than I realised that she was Ruth! I thought that it was just my imagination  then I rubbed my eyes that I was sure that it was a reality. The moment I had been eagerly waiting for throughout my life. "But was she married?"I feared. She recognised me too.Then, we went to a restaurant, enquiring about each other's life. After a few minutes of conversation, I brought up the topic of the day she left Shillong for Mumbai . I told her how I had been suffering because of my love for her since that day.I told her that I still loved her even though she might already have a life partner. She asked me, "How are your children? " Then I replied, "I haven't got married. I cannot love any other girl but you. " Tears rolled down from her eyes, and she said, "I'm very sorry, please forgive me. I am sorry for keeping you hurting for all these years".

         Her eyes roamed the room swiftly before sitting beside him.It is just a small room,not too small but just fitting for a man like him. The room is situated on the second floor of an ancestral house.A Spanish inspired house. One of which left this way to preserve history. It has a small span terrace with indoor green plants hanging and growing in the corners, on the left side of the room are built in or wall cabinets filled with mini musical intruments which are just a collector's pieces, news paper files and books. And that is where the bachelor bed is located.The room is a typical writer's room.At the right side of the room is where a single sofa is located with set of flutes in different sizes hanging on the wall and photos in frames sporting his different escapades. The man is not only musically, literary inclined but also a sports enthusiasts.       There is   a mini fridge beside the sofa elevated in a mini table.In front of the sofa on the wall,hangs a wall Tv set,too. The room is well utilized but very organized.

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