April Reads Novels & Stories

Red laughed with April. "Oh, I am all blushing now." April acted. "You are like a Dark Seductress." Red gave her a title and turned to her as she poked her shoulder. "April." "I don't have money." April said. "Come on, One chocolate ice cream after classes." Red smiled, looking at her innocently. "Where is your money?" "I spend it, come on, sweet sister. I am asking for one ice cream." Red smiled, poking her continuous, April frowned when she noticed Erich standing behind and stood up.

April moved through its paces outside the old stone walls, and inside them, two people read in the same room and were happy, and let themselves say so, and the world did not fall apart. It did not fall apart. It was held.

she corrected with a grin. As I sorted through the pile of books, I felt my heartbeat slowing. But Kael’s face kept sneaking into my thoughts. His steady gaze during the reading. His silence after Hazel’s ambush. Did he laugh? Did he pity me? Or worst of all, did he see through me? “You’re frowning again,” April said from a ladder a few aisles over. “Thinking about him?” “No,” I lied instantly. “Liar.” I sighed as I continued my work.

"So, he didn't remember any of it?" Carlene asked, raising an eyebrow. "How am I supposed to know, I can't seem to read him these days. It used to be easy, you know, figuring him out I mean," April sighed. Carlene had asked for the full gist after she got pulled into April's room, leaving no room for secrets. Currently, she was sitting cross-legged on April's bed while April sat on the chair by her desk, looking defeated.

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I glanced at his physique; although he was in no way as built as Dorian was, his body was well-toned. I pinched my arm as I realised that I had allowed myself to think of him again. “Jacob, this is April, the late Alpha's daughter. Surely you remember her." "Of course I do. How are you, April?” He threw me a smile, and I couldn't help but smile back shyly. I was embarrassed with the way I looked. Mr. Richards continued to talk. “Well, she needs help with fixing a door, and I am not sure of the severity of the damage, but I think that you should go with her and give her a hand. Take some extra wood, too. It will be a nice opportunity for you two to catch up."

she muttered. Then quickly dialed Lauren, the call connected. “Hello?” “Aunty Lauren!” April said quickly. Lauren laughed softly, “That’s new. What do you want?” April grinned.“I need a favor…” — The next day, Lauren’s car moved smoothly along the road and April sat beside her. Excited. “So… about that school,” April started. Lauren glanced at her briefly. “Which one?” April hesitated, “Silvercrest International Academy.” Lauren raised a brow. “Yeah…”

something SURREAL. Serene felt herself bold and confident when he was around. She wanted to do all those things that normal teenagers do with no reins of suffocation. ....She wanted to drink, hug , party , dance, kiss , travel , date , make friends and most importantly She wanted to have a taste .... A TASTE OF SIN. With Rowan she felt her heart raging and racing against her chest to meet his companion which she could subtly see in Rowan. This thought made her tighten her arms around him and when this gesture was returned she smiled and drifted into passion

She shook her head in disbelief and disappointment at Beatrice. “You don’t understand. I'm uninterested in learning anything more about you. I know you’re nothing.” Her grey streaked hair shifted out of place as her emotional state continued to take a nosedive. “Oh, then perhaps I should take my gift back too as I leave. Yes, everyone will love that.” April said. She went to the now open closet that Beatrice had left open. Her blonde hair lay damp on her shoulder. She pulled out her suitcase.

My hands shake so violently that Jodan has to steady them with his own before I can even begin reading, the letter's careful, looping script swimming briefly before my eyes as twenty years of grief and sudden, impossible hope collide all at once. The entire chamber seems to hold its breath around me, waiting. "Read it aloud," my aunt says softly. "Please, April. We've carried this uncertainty together long enough." I take a steadying breath and begin. My dearest April,