Autumn Reads Novels & Stories

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.

The wind blows is quite different from other seasons leaves fell off the ground some people wearing jackets the trees look like dying but it is just an autumn Mike is sitting alone at the park while his coffee is on his side he planned to travel afar for work seems he want just to skip for this year at this place he feels the wind blows like his last day at this place. Later on that he calls Angel as the phone rings she answers "hey love how are you doing? yeah... by the way, are vacant tonight? I would like to take you out since it is the first month of autumn okay see you well it's okay, of course, I can wait yeah love you see you later love." Then Mike sips his coffee and thinks to visit

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.

Another Autumn. "Oh hello, miss, it's so nice to meet you again. Are you going to marry Uncle Aaron? I want you to marry him because he is so lonely and so good-looking. I like you because you are Aunty Autumn's sister and you are so pretty and nice and sweet and Aunty Autumn loves my brand of food and teaches me cool new recipes! One time I tried to make my other uncle, Jaxon, eat it but he called me a devil and the other one Blake tried to sell me after he ate it and almost died. I didn't do anything wrong—"

“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.