Autumn Themed Books For Adults Novels & Stories

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She can only differentiate them through their sizes and colors so she has to diligently flip through each book’s first few pages to find out what the content of the story were even about. Proserpina goes through each book on the shelf slowly and mechanically, flips through the pages to try and find… at least something that will catch her interest–there was a story about the origin of soul mates, the concept of rebirth, the rise and fall of Elder Gods, Trojan War–only to no avail. It seems that most of the books Athena has been more on about history, serious matters than what is to be considered anything appropriate for a light reading.

And she thought of the adults in the house, the friends outside, and the way each action, each word, could ripple outward. Gemma’s pen finally touched the page, moving almost of its own accord. She wrote of the porch, the wind, the laughter, the quiet moments and sharp edges. She wrote of the things people didn’t say, the secrets they carried, and the truths that were waiting, patient and unyielding.

Helen’s POV “Ahh… Tom, I have a lot of fantasies. I promise you, you won’t be able to do any of them,” I confessed, a playful smile tugging at my lips as we walked past the train tracks toward a nearby station. A slow breath escaped me as I lowered myself onto a wooden chair. The warm night breeze swept through my chestnut-brown hair, sending loose strands dancing across my face. I tucked them behind my ear and glanced at Tom.

The windows faced the gardens, and the morning light was golden and warm and poured across the reading chairs like honey. She ran her fingers along the spines. Classics, histories, business books that probably belonged to Alexander. Nothing that looked even remotely interesting. “Where do they keep the fun books?” She moved to a different shelf where the light didn't quite reach. There were older volumes here—paperbacks mixed with hardcovers, spines cracked from actual use instead of just decoration. “This is more like it.” She crouched down, scanning titles. A thriller, a mystery and finally a romance with a cover so embarrassingly dramatic she almost laughed out loud. She reached for it an

*** Later that day, Mom and Dad went out to visit a friend, leaving me alone with my stepbrothers. I was sprawled across my bed with my earbuds plugged in, completely absorbed in a Christmas movie. Outside my window, snowflakes drifted down in thick white sheets, tapping softly against the glass. The room felt colder by the minute, and unfortunately, I didn't have a fireplace like the rest of the house. Still, the movie was good enough to keep my mind off it. I was so engrossed that I didn't notice my annoying stepbrothers walking into my room.

Dear Gentle Readers, Thank you so much for reading Autumn and Tyler’s story! If you’d like to find out more about them, what is happening after they graduate, will they end up marrying each other and have kids, etc Please read Resisting the Irresistible (currently available for free here in GoodNovel). It is Book 2 of the series. Please also check out Taming The Wild CEO (a story about Autumn’s favorite uncle, Javier Summers) and Taming The Wild Duke (a story about William “Liam” Windsor aka one of the Crown Boys).

I wandered aimlessly to the library, hoping I could get hold of something nice to pass the time. Autumn had arrived and the nights were drawing in quicker. The library was deserted as every omega servant would be pressed into service tonight. In keeping with the seasons, the lights were low and dim, replicating the candles of the past and my shadows cast everywhere as I searched the deep mahogany shelves for something to divert my attention.

After that, I moved to the children's section to grab some storybooks and poems for the kids. Weirdly, Autumn had an unexplained obsession with listening to poems and fairytales while her brother was more of a superhero fanatic. Though I made a routine whereby they to exchange their interests because I can't handle reading two different books on the same day for them. I had tried that and it ended badly. "Oh my gosh. You scared me." I yelped clutching my chest in fright. "I'm sorry." The strange man apologized. And damn was he good looking.

I say, completely bemused . “Yeah, but it’s not like that. This one’s for couples, not seedy old men.” If he wasn’t so devilishly handsome and sexy, I would run and not look back. Staring into the shop window I frown, and then, for some weird reason, I lead the way inside. My jaw snaps open. Now, I’m not really a sex addict, and I do have quite the healthy interest in sex and erotica, but I’m pretty sure that some of the items displayed on the shelf would make even Christian Grey from fifty shades trilogy blush.