Autumn Rivers Novels & Stories

A cold smile spread upon my lips. Eula had brought it upon herself. She had no one but herself to blame. I took a deep breath as I pushed all those thoughts to the back of my mind. The bell suddenly rang as it interrupted my train of thought. I slowly put my phone into my backpack. My gaze swept over the summer scene outside the window. It was such a lovely season.

His shoulders were hunched up toward his ears, a permanent shrug of defense. He didn't pull on the caseworker's hand. He didn't drag his feet. He moved with a terrifying, unnatural stillness, trying to occupy as little space as physically possible. "Mr. and Mrs. Cross," Ms. Miller said, stopping a few feet away. "This is River." River didn't look up. He stared at Liam’s shoes. "Hi, River," Aurora said softly. She crouched down, ignoring the grime on the floor. "Do you remember me? I gave you the lamb."

What she didn’t realize was that such a future might be far more chaotic than peaceful. As dusk deepened, Clar gathered the animal pelts from her bed and headed toward the tribe’s only river, located not far from her cave. The sound of flowing water grew louder as she approached. Soon a clear river came into view, fish visible beneath the surface, darting freely. For a moment, nostalgia washed over her—memories of her childhood in an unpolluted countryside, catching snails and fish with friends.

Finally, after almost forever, we reached the river and my legs were already aching and my hair clung to my neck from sweat. But when the trees parted and the view opened up, I stopped in my tracks. The Aidan River glinted under the noon sun, its wide stretch of water running clear, reflecting the sky. The current was steady but calm, with rocks scattered along the banks and green moss climbing their edges. "Whoa," Maxine breathed while stepping forward with her hands on her knees. "Okay, fine. This is worth the torture."

She was always there, worming her way back into my life at every turn. Coming home from work, I found Holly with an armful of lattes, a sight both laughable and pathetic. Her face lit up with a hopeful grin at the sight of me, like a puppy wagging its tail for a scrap of affection, living for the slightest sign of warmth. "Jim, I got you your first pumpkin-spiced latte of the season, and a dozen more, all in your favorite flavors." Staring at the array of lattes, I was hit by a flashback to last fall when I teasingly demanded the season's first from her, mimicking that viral trend.

The path was treacherous, a labyrinth of hidden crevices and sudden drops, but Garrick's hand in mine was a constant anchor, guiding me through the uncertainty with a steadiness that belied the turmoil within. Our journey led us to the banks of a swift-moving river, its waters shimmering with an otherworldly glow, as if the very essence of the moon had been captured within its depths. It was there that we encountered the River Clan, a group whose mastery over water was as fluid and elusive as the element itself. They emerged from the mist that clung to the river's edge, their movements a graceful dance that spoke of a deep connection to the natural world.

I could hear the rain outside, I didn’t want to wake up this morning. It was such a relaxed morning. I could see the dark clouds outside my bedroom window, rain drops were pattering on the window glass. The rhythmic sound of the rain was making me more sleepy. I lived in a one bedroom house that I bought with my hard earned money last year. It’s not big but it’s cozy, it is home. It looks like a cabin and I have my own beautiful yard which I have planted with different beautiful flowers, it’s my favourite place to read a book and have a coffee.

But at the same time, she couldn't help the butterflies in her stomach at the thought of being with him. After spending some time by the river, Audrey felt the urge to cool off and clear her mind. She decided to take a swim, so she started to take off her clothes, leaving her chemise on. As she stripped down, the cool air from the surrounding forest brushed against her skin, giving her goosebumps. But she was determined to go for a swim, so she left her clothes on the riverbank and dove into the water.

My eyes had closed once more, and just like that, I was off to sleep. This was peace, I thought to myself as I sat at the edge of the swimming pool, an iced coffee in hand and my feet dangling in the cool water. When I looked around me, taking in the beautiful views of the city. The sun was shining bright and I didn’t have to go anywhere that I didn’t want to. I love this day. I loved this spot. By 11am I was in the chair of a hairdresser. My physical appearance needed attention, and that was what today was going to be all about. I had my hair straightened for a while; it was time to switch it up. A good wash and some curls sounded great. It was easy and didn’t take up too much time. After I

He's not even allowed to shift anymore nor can he ride Titus since the movement could cause his water to break or send him into labor. And since walking is out of the question too, especially that far, Reid and Xavier cleared a path to the lake so Reid could drive the Jeep here. It's one of Julian's favorite places and he always seems to relax so easily here. Because of that, there was no way he could deny Julian of this spot during the most difficult point of his pregnancy. So he asked for the help of a good friend and together they managed to clear a path wide enough to fit the Jeep. They managed to clear it in 2 days and now here he sits with his beautiful pregnant mate as he relaxes fina