Autumn A Novel Novels & Stories

“You can try to run again, but I’ll find you. You can hide your children, your husband, your name—but I’ll always find you.” Madeline’s hand shook, but she held her ground. “Not this time.” At that moment, the house lights flickered. The sound of footsteps came from the doorway. Madeline turned—and froze. Autumn stood there, wearing a black coat soaked with rain, her eyes cold and unreadable. “You,” Madeline whispered. Autumn tilted her head. “You didn’t think I came to your hospital by accident, did you?” “Why are you doing this?” Madeline demanded.

Tate says, pulling me close to him. Uniquely wonderful… hmm, yeah that was me. I smiled up at my mate. He was right though. What more could our little one want? I had hated this place when I had arrived. Could not wait to think of a way to get away again. But now, now I could not think of a better place to live my life. Surrounded by my family. With my mate by my side. And new friends too. People there to support me. More than I ever had before. More than I could ever have dreamed of before. And I was happy. Something I did not expect when I walked through the gates to Autumn Moon Pack less than a year ago with Aunt Della. How life had changed. And changed for the better. I had lost so much,

I say, furrowing my eyebrows at her question, "My room is bare and I want things that I like to decorate it." Hestia's expression softens, "Well you should have told me. We would have come here first if I had known. I don't know anything about you Violet. I hate to admit it, but I had assumed you were like all the other girls Anthony has encountered. Hence the reason why I took you into those clothing stores in the first place." I pick up the pajama set from the shelf beside me, "Would any of those girls like this talking cactus?" Hestia laughs, "Not at all. It's good to know that you aren't like those other girls at all."

Autumn muttered as she walked into the dining room with her drawing book and color pencils in her hands, and then struggled to climb the chair beside her brother so that she could see what their mother was doing. "Be careful to not get your book wet, Autumn. You can paint on the reading desk instead," she cautioned her daughter, who had dropped the book that she had in her hand carelessly on the kitchen slab. "Okay mummy," Autumn answered her mother without looking up, still shading the diagrams that were in the book with the appropriate colors. That was when she suddenly remembered something.

I drew closer to her. “How could you keep something so monumental a secret? Did you not think to tell anyone? Or even perhaps ask for help?” Autumn looked down, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “I couldn’t, Kavan. I really wasn't lying; you know, the stories I told when I came here were the truth. My circumstances, as you are aware, are complicated.” My heart ached as she continued to speak, head bowed as if too scared to hold my gaze.

Autumn Emily's POV Aran's full council of eight Alphas arrived in the autumn when the hills were going gold and the packhouse had the specific quality it had in autumn — the warmth of a community that had spent a summer running at full pace and was settling into the more interior rhythms of the season without losing any of the quality that the summer's work had produced.

They both looked each other with scared expressions and handover me white envelope. " What's that?" I opened the envelope and saw three pictures of Autumn. She was kidnapped by Victor. I trun the photograph and read his massage. " If you want to see your love alive than follow my command and if you deny it than you will see dead body of beloved Autumn, wait for my second massage."

Aidan does really have a thick face. “We’re over, Aidan. It’s your loss, not mine.” She saw Aidan get frozen on his seat. Autumn walked away and the moment she went to a place where there weren’t too many people, she freely let out the tears she had supressed. It felt like there was a burning coal placed over her heart. It hurts so much! Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around her body and when his perfume filled her nostrils, she immediately recognized the person who was hugging her right at the moment.

Her father is hardly ever home, working long hours in the city while her mother spends most of her time grading papers from all of her high school students. She opens the door quietly, but there is no need. Her mother is still awake. She's curled up in the living room reading her latest adventure novel wrapped on the comfy (and dare she call ugly) recliner her father just had to have. Her curly auburn hair is up in a bun with a few stray strands spiraling free as her eyes intently scan the new Kindle she received for her birthday only a few weeks ago. It's safe to say she has become a little obsessed with it. Can't say Sera can blame her. She herself escapes to a different world every time s

There are larger battles than desire. By the time I reached the northern ridge where my aunt lived, I had calmed enough to remember why I needed her. If anyone held the truth about my bloodline, it was her. Her cottage sat under the twisted boughs of a dead oak, the air thick with herbs and smoke. She was waiting for me, as though she had already known I’d come. Her eyes, pale and sharp like winter ice, fixed on me the moment I entered. “You look tired,” she said, her voice like gravel.