Autumn Reads Novels & Stories

And Gavin—well, Gavin’s three hours away, counting down the days until graduation, already acting like he’s got one foot out the door. Gemma texted me last night: You ever feel like you’re suffocating, even when the window’s open? I didn’t know how to answer. I keep thinking about summer, the salt wind and the laughter and the promises we made, but autumn isn’t summer. –And the truth is, maybe none of us are the same anymore. The thing about autumn is that it looks prettier than it feels. Everyone talks about the leaves—red, orange, gold, the whole cliché—but no one talks about the gray sky behind them, or the way the air smells like endings.

A friend had sent me a link, followed by a string of exclamation points. [Dylan, you need to see this. What is going on?!] My stomach dropped. I clicked the link. It was a long post from an anonymous account, but it was not hard for anyone to guess who it was really about. Jonah had spun an elaborate lie, framing himself as the victim in the most pitiful tone imaginable. He claimed that he and Clara were high school sweethearts, that they shared a deep, unbreakable bond, and that I had swooped in and stolen Clara from him.

Autumn frowned and thought for a moment, then said, “I think the little mermaid is too silly. It’s better for her not to love the prince since it hurts so much.” Ryan felt both glad and sad when he heard Autumn’s words.

she said as Autumn giggled before bidding her goodbyes. After Autumn got dressed for work, she left her apartment. Everything seemed to run perfectly as she left because for once in her life, she didn't have to face Miss Choi, which made her extremely happy. Amber wasn't waiting in front of Autumn's apartment today as she didn't bother calling her as she was in the mood to walk. Walking her normal routine, Autumn passed the playground, where she was then stopped by an excited Lexi, "Miss Autumn!" She exclaimed as Autumn grinned, "Good morning, Lexi," Autumn greeted with a wide smile on her face, "Good morning, Miss Autumn, I'm sorry that I fell asleep and didn't say goodbye," she said as Aut

AUTUMN'S POV I probably looked lost for the rest of the day as I racked my brain over the name thing. I was trying to think about the forms I’d filled out. I was pretty confident that I’d used the name Ava, so how did a certain Mr Cage know that my name is Autumn? Especially since the only other person/creature who knows my name is a wolf. Which also sounds absolutely bonkers. “You look like you’re a million miles away,” Amery commented beside me. I was on my way to the car.

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.

Elaine’s POV The rhythmic drumming of rain against the windows echoed in my memory. I could see myself pulling the curtains shut to keep out the cold as Autumn snuggled beside me, her tiny voice reading aloud from her favorite storybook. The door creaked open, and there he was—Ethan, his suit slightly damp, his charming smile lighting up the room. “Daddy, Daddy!” Autumn squealed, leaping into his arms. He chuckled, ruffling her cherry-brown hair as he handed her a bag of chocolate-dipped cookies. “Cookies for my princess,” he announced.

"I was beginning to worry." The raven cooed again, tilting its head as Autumn carefully removed the small rolled paper attached to its leg. She unrolled it slowly, her eyes scanning the words written there. A satisfied smile spread across her face, the kind of smile that held its secrets and promises. She walked to her small wine cabinet and poured herself a glass of deep red wine, then carried both the glass and the note to the couch positioned close to the fireplace in her room. She sat down, took a deep breath, and then, without hesitation leaned forward and dropped the paper into the flames.

“Mommy, I am done with my bath. Can you read me the story now?” “Of course, honey,” Autumn said, taking his hand in hers and walking off, giving Sophia no mind whatsoever. As they walked together, one thought made her uneasy: she didn’t trust this woman with the safety of her child. Sophia was a desperate woman, after all.