Amish Novels Novels & Stories

He was close enough she could smell him—rain, leather, a faint edge of sweat—and it dragged her back, unbidden, to another night, another man. Tomas. Her last real thing—two years back, maybe three, a painter like her, all lean muscle and quick hands. They’d been holed up in his loft, paint streaked on their skin, the air thick with turpentine and want. He’d pinned her against the canvas, his mouth hot on her neck, fingers digging into her hips, slow and sure, unraveling her till she’d gasped his name into the dark. It’d been messy, good—too good—until he’d bailed, chasing some gallery deal in Paris, leaving her with a half-finished portrait and a hollow she’d buried deep.

] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin-off, but it can be read as standalone] 5|Falling For My Husband ~ Mafia Romance 6| A Game With No Rules ~ Mafia Romance 7| HellBound: The Last Tribute ~ Fantasy/Mystery Romance Lastly, this novel is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. Don't forget to follow me on lnstagram Castiel.Lj. xx 12.19.21

Marahil ito na nga ang simula ng digmaan, ang pangalawang pinakamalaking digmaan sa lupain ng Ashcroft. Ilang sandali pa’y dumating na ang mahal na Emperatres kasama ang Hari at Reyna ng Aerosmith. Dahan dahan itong naglakad papalapit sa akin habang yakap yakap parin ang prinsipe. Wala akong pakialam kahit basang basa na ako ng dugo dahil para akong in-inject kan ng daan daang anesthesia sa sobrang pagkamanhid ng aking katawan.

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

So when a Necromancer terrorist group waged war against law-abiding citizens and started wreaking havoc, the Chicago became a shitshow and immediately converted to a worst kind, not even the local normie police could handle. Which meant the best counterattack came not from local human authorities but in the form of government-backed Awakens. “Where the fuck is our cover fire?” Knight Adamson gritted his teeth and raise his hand casting a shield but flinched when magic bullets started raining down at them. He glanced over at his second-in-command and communications and infiltration specialist Sergeant Rina Abello, as she dropped down beside him, magically enhanced AKR-75 assault rifle tightly

Quietly. Aisha froze. Something stirred unexpectedly inside her chest. Without realizing it, she sat down. Then she started reading. Hours disappeared. Outside, darkness settled over Belle Vue. Rain continued falling. Nurses changed shifts. Patients went to bed. The hospital moved through its nightly routines. Aisha remained in the archives. Reading. The story consumed her immediately. Arman met Meher in a university library. They fell in love. Married. Moved to a small town surrounded by forests. Had a daughter.

Next day Xikoth had sent her a thick book on symbols with a note: [Read it and if you are not able to understand anything, Zaila will help you. And if even she can’t explain you, mark them down and I will let you know.] Amelia was ecstatic that there was at least a beginning. She could hope that he would let her work. She really needed to get occupied. She spent her time reading the book and understanding the symbols. The more she read, the more she felt she was near the folks of this place. She would sometimes make Zaila and other handmaidens her specimen and study the symbols. It was an interesting study. Although she didn’t know how it would help her in healing.

LILA’S POV I rode the bus home in soaked clothes and ruined makeup with blisters burning on both heels. The driver kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror but said nothing. I sat in the back row and stared out the window watching rain streak the glass while my body shivered from cold and shame. My dress clung to my skin like a second layer of regret. Every bump in the road jolted the soreness between my legs and reminded me of Zane’s hands and mouth and the way I’d begged for more. I hated myself for it.

“Mutual crimes will be washed out in blood, but not blood of atonement, for here brother will murder brother. Who are in the lower country? Rosmavs. Who in the army of Prince Yeremi? Rosmavs. Who in the retinues of the magnates? Rosmavs. And are there few of them in the king's camp? And I myself,--who am I? Oh, unhappy Hamal! Pagans of the Calam will put the chain upon thy neck, and thou wilt pull the oar in the galley of the Tulm!” “Grieve not so, worthy standard-bearer,” said Sir Kazuma; “if you do, tears will come to our eyes. A fair sun may shine upon us yet!” In fact, the sun was going down that very moment, and its last rays fell with a red gleam on the white hair of the old man. In th

"If the hearth fails its duty, don't hesitate to call on a certain fire Prince." "I won't," I shake my head with a smile, turning to leave. As I walked away, I could feel his eyes on me, and the warmth of his presence lingered long after I had left the library. ••• "Arwyn, oh, I tell you, he was dreamy," Ahvi whispered excitedly, her grip tightening on my arm as we strolled down the grand hallways of the Castle. She regaled me with tales of her enchanting night spent with a charming lord from Illyndor named Ezlyn Cromwell, who, by her account, owned ten sprawling mansions and a cavalcade of prized horses.