Book Never Too Far Novels & Stories

i knew that no matter what the future brought, we would always have each other and the memories of this special day in the woods, to keep them going. another day, while I was exploring the nearby library, i stumbled upon a strange and mysterious book. The book was bound in leather, and it was filled with strange symbols and images that i had never seen before. Intrigued, i decided to take the book back to the cabin to show Nikau.

He picked a table close to the wall. He’s ready to call Cela on the phone when he realized she’s already there. “Go ahead. It’s about a book right?” Cela said to Noah. “Yes. I want to dedicate a book for my late fiancée and our unborn daughter,” he said. Cela was moved instantly. She finds herself wanting to know all about them. “She passed away while giving birth to our first child but both of them didn’t survive,” he continued. Nate watches Cela from where he sits. It’s been many years since he last saw her and although he knows her feature by heart, he can tell that she’s improved so much over the years. She looks so much happier and healthier now than before.

It’s all about faith. °°° The story ends here. Thanks for reading. Follow me on my I*, and get to know about my next book which is about their kids. Also, read my another book Beta Nocholas. It's a werewolf romance. Thanks again :)

The runes along the cover shimmered faintly before dimming, content to rest. I placed the book back on the shelf carved directly into the tree’s inner wall. There was no urgency in my movement, only knowing. The kind that settles into your bones, ancient and absolute. I stepped out from my dwelling, the threshold vanishing behind me as bark and branch grew together once more. The forest always kept my secrets.

" Fury boiled up in me. I hurled my phone aside and wailed. Through the curtain separating my bed, a hand slipped over, pressing a packet of tissues into mine. A timid voice followed, "Don’t cry, miss. Your stomach will only hurt worse." I pulled back the curtain just as the door opened. A man, who appeared travel-worn and was holding takeout, rushed to the bedside of the girl next to me. She frowned, scolding him, "I told you not to come. All that networking must be exhausting. I’m fine. You should rest."

With sad puppy eyes and soft reminders like, “You left me for five years, you owe me.” So here we were. In the library. In the farthest, dustiest corner, where the silence was thick and the presence of other humans was a rare phenomenon. The table was cracked slightly in the corner, the air smelled faintly of old pages and carpet cleaner, and the only sound was the occasional soft thud of books being closed somewhere far off. I was just about to crack open the textbook when Nick leaned forward, rested his arms on the table, and said— “So. Explain.”

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK

My mind went blank with a buzz. A few seconds later, I snapped back to my senses. It was my partner—he had returned. He pulled me into his arms. I lifted my face with a smile and looked at Edward, slowly regaining my composure. Edward stopped in his tracks and took the initiative to extend his hand. "Hello. Edward Miles, your new neighbor." "Hello, I'm Donna Anderson. This is my husband, Ryan Mckey." Edward nodded at me, his expression complicated as he studied my face.

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

he said, standing and walking toward me. He reached for a book above my head, his eyes locked on mine. The way he looked at me could melt me on the spot. Was he always this handsome? Why did his eyes seem so familiar? Calm, yet deep—like the ocean. He smiled and tapped the book lightly against my forehead before waving it playfully as he backed away, still smiling. I looked at the book he was holding—Time and Time Again by Tamara Ireland Stone. My comfort book. I don’t relate to Ana, but I do to Ben. We both don’t stay.