A Novella Novels & Stories

"Mister, you are far from home, aren't you?" The young man's eyes rotates toward my direction, "W-What do you mean?" Don't tell me.. he read my book and transmigrated into it too? I inquire, "You transmigrated into my story 'A Thousand Canola Blossom', didn't you?" He indulges in a state of confusion. Finally, he says in denial, "Your story? Don't you mean.. MY story 'Brotherhood of Blades'?" I blink. His story? Wait. Don't tell me..

No need to rush, the distance from this apartment to the campus is not far so that I freely manage my time. On the other hand, I'm also a writer. Yes even though not a famous writer. I'm just an ordinary writer who is not widely known, I have completed a book. A novel book about the life of a vampire king with a happy ending. Yes vampire king who has gained his throne, he is feared by everyone and always becomes mysterious in this world.

She wrote until there wasn't a fairy tale lie she couldn't expose anymore. "The End," she wrote at the last page of her novel. Cathedra climbed atop her desk chair and hung a noose over the beams. She tied a knot firmly, making sure it was strong enough to fulfill its purpose. She slipped the knot over her head. She jumped and kicked the chair off. For a few minutes she struggled and fought for breath, the way humans were normally programmed to do. For a few minutes, she had enough time to reflect on her short-lived life.

VOLUME TEN: A HEAVEN HILL CHRISTMAS Author's Note: These Christmas Novella's are in no particular order – they aren't even in chronological order of the series. It's just one Christmas I picked out of every couple's lives and wrote about it. JESSICA & LAYNE

The streets were busy and crowded by the people even on Saturday afternoon. As the truck passed took the right turn to enter the Highland street. Charlotte noticed there are only sophisticated mansions and bungalows in the streets. The truck stopped before a simple and small house, in fact, that house is the smallest in the entire street. She got down from the car and stretched her hands and legs, following her Noah did the same.

ISABELLE’S POV I flip the page of the book with the help of my left hand. The name of the book which I am currently reading is “The tales of Ash Ville”. It is a nice book and it includes the horror stories of the town. It is a fictional book but I like it and has captured my attention. I found this in the library a few weeks back and I thought to read it. Today I saw it in the books which I had not read so I decided to read this one.

We had stumbled upon a wounded werewolf near the edge of our territory. Hallie had bolted, disappearing into the shadows without a second glance, leaving me alone in the darkness. But something compelled me to stay. The instinct to help a fellow pack member, wouldn't let me abandon whoever lay injured. Gathering my courage, I approached cautiously, the low growl of the wounded wolf sending a jolt of fear through me.

On top of that, when he saw that Vivian got burned by a stray ember, he completely lost his cool. Because of what happened, he locked me in a room all by myself, cutting off all the electricity. Ever since I was abandoned, I had been terrified of the dark. In the past, I had him to keep me company. Even after he grew distant, I still had a dim, yellow night light as my only solace through the endless nights. But in that enclosed, windowless room, I spent an entire night in absolute darkness. Finally, I fainted. The next day, when I was allowed to leave the room, I crawled out pathetically.

She enjoyed reading fiction stories in between her academic works. Though she hadn't been able to do that in a long while because of the book she was co-writing during summer. Tasha sat down on the recliner sofa in the corner of her office and settled for a novella titled ‘Juliet’ to while away the time until her next lecture. ******