Alice Munro Novel Novelas e Histórias

She sat at the back with Faith, while her other friends were in front, with one of them driving. Arlene started getting worried because she was still outside and the sun had already set and the clouds were slowly getting dark. As soon as she caught a glimpse of the school building, she felt relieved, she couldn’t wait to get inside school, take a hot shower and lie down all covered in her blanket. Plus she had recently purchased a novel she couldn’t wait to read. ‘Mafia Princess’ by Chuka Sandra, also known as The Lunar Writer. But then something happened, Faith’s friend wheeled the car to the junction just before the school, and Arlene got alarmed. “What’s going on?” Arlene asked Faith rais

To be honest though, she wasn't the kind of person who takes delight in other people's suffering. "Come on!" Mrs. Annie slammed her hands on the counter a little too loudly as she rolled her eyes at me. "You know, at the Luna's place. The Alpha trouble. The fight between the two brothers for the throne. The one the Luna is supporting. Or even the Elders. Any one of them."

That the heat crawling up my neck is from the sun, not shame. But I can’t help but care. Despite the dread filling my stomach, the scene looks like something out of a storybook. The late evening sunlight pours in through the gaps in the trees, giving the clearing an ethereal glow that glints against the soft fur of shifted wolves. And as usual, I can only watch with envy from the edge. “Hey, Kane!” someone yells.

Alice asked. "Leave that to me. I have a plan," Mrs Morrison said and the call ended after a few minutes of chat. Alice left her room for Amanda's immediately. She knocked on the door and Amanda opened it. Alice placed a finger on her lips asking Amanda to be quiet when she was going to yell at her. "What do you want?" Amanda asked softly. "I know you want to get rid of Ana, I am here to offer you my help," Alice said with a smile and Amanda frowned looking at Alice.

Until I got to the entry of a name. Amelia Verran. The entry was wrong. Too short. Too vague. “Transferred to auxiliary pack under Alpha’s discretion.” No reason. No details, nothing. The Moonblood Records were obsessive in their detail. They recorded quarrels over land, petty disputes, even marriages that lasted mere weeks. Yet Amelia Verran vanished into thin air. There was also the unmistakable scent of Jasmine lingering on it. She had been interested in this very book. I snapped the book shut, the sound echoing through the cavernous shelves. My heart pounded with vicious excitement. Whatever truth was buried here, it was tied to Jasmine. I could feel it in my bones.

“Look at the eyes. One storm-grey, one star-silver. Born the moment the moon died. This one carries ruin in her bones.” Lightning forked outside the window, turning the room corpse-white. In that flash every face looked flayed: the two younger midwives clutching their rosaries, the physician wiping his spectacles over and over though they were already clean, my mother—Lady Amalia Wynne—lying spent and pale, her golden hair dark with sweat, her famous beauty cracked open like porcelain. Amalia turned her face to the wall. “Take it away,” she said, voice raw. “I do not want to see it.”

“But if I am, she’s the one I’m cursed with.” The city outside was swallowed by night, its skyline lit in faint silver by a high, watchful moon. Inside the Alpha King’s residence, the air was still, save for the distant clatter of dishes and the soft hum of Victoria’s voice drifting from the kitchen. The scent of roasted meat and fresh bread hung faintly in the air.

She knew I never wanted to be Alpha and was quite happy being the pack doctor, maybe she was trying to plan ahead but everything went wrong when Kiwi killed our father. It saddened me to think she had kept Kiwi a secret for so long. Not just her but father too. If mother knew she existed, did father? He had worked so hard on trying to teach me how to be an Alpha. Alexander and Kayla’s arguing break my thoughts, they had moved back down the corridor again and all I could hear was Kayla shrieking about how they were mated by the Moon Goddess and how he should love her. Rolling my eyes, I make a point of slamming the door shut, I wanted to read more of the book. Flipping the page to the one Kay

Murphy was being very aggressive on the phone. Her assistant was also perplexed and whispered, “Alice is the second daughter of the Brown Group’s president, according to what I have heard. But her family doesn’t seem to like her. So, she had spent the last few years living alone in the America. Isn’t the Brown Group doomed to fail? Why do so many people care about her? Why did Zayden Collins at Dream High help her?”

I muttered as I ran toward my chambers, driven by a strange pull, a gut feeling that something was there waiting for me. In my room, I scanned my surroundings, something drawing me to a concealed compartment behind my bookshelf. I opened it, finding a small, worn book—a diary. My heart sank as I opened it, the words inside telling a dark, familiar story. This wasn’t just any diary; this was Luna Nora’s collection of secrets, a meticulous record of every vile act, every betrayal. The curses, the deaths, the machinations that had torn my family apart—it was all here.