Books For Autumn Reading Novels & Stories

By the time Momma passed I was married with a little one on the way, so my chance for college had passed, too. But I never stopped reading. Got me a nice little library out back, filled with all sorts of books crammed on bookshelves made by my own two hands. Books like Tom Sawyer, Edgar Allen Poe stories, Huck Finn and The King in Yellow, (that last one I don’t read much cause it always gives me strange dreams), some old mysteries, a clutch of Lovecraft’s books (they hurt my head, too, so I don’t read them much neither), my Hardy Boys books from growing up, and a whole bunch of newer ones by Stephen King and Dean Koontz. Got some heavy thinking books, too. The family King James, The Book of

As she reached for the last one, her back accidentally knocked into the bookshelf, sending several books tumbling to the floor with a loud thud. Her heart leapt into her throat as she spun around, eyes wide. The noise felt like a bomb in the quiet room. Hastily, she crouched down, picking up the fallen books, her fingers trembling as she placed them back on the shelf. Every second felt like a countdown to the moment Ivan would burst through the door and find her there. She silently begged that Iris would keep him occupied, at least for a while longer. For the first time, Autumn prayed that Iris would hold Ivan's attention entirely. The irony wasn't lost on her.

I was almost skipping around the store on my toes, my veins pumping with adrenaline and an unnerving excitement that made me so restless as I looked through the books. The minute I reached got to the next Aisle and reached for the Red Kingdom series; The Rise Of The Red Kingdom, The Fall of the Red Kingdom, and Fire and Ice, I felt it again. And this time, it was more intense. It felt like someone was drilling holes into my back with their eyes, causing goosebumps to sprout on my skin. My muscles locked and my hand was almost giving away the pile of books in my hands.

He shifts back; putting a seat between us and truly looking horrified. Bibah simply shakes her head at our childish shenanigans and takes a sip of her iced latte, metal straw clinking in the Hydro Flask. “The Awoo Book Club’s pick for this week is H.P Lovecraft.” She pats the voluminous book atop the pile and I notice it’s the library copy of H.P Lovecraft’s Omnibus 3. “I’m so excited to roast his ass.”

It is Divergent, insurgent, and Allegiant first edition series, the notebook, The fault in our stars, and Shakespeare books. "I didn't know what kind of books you like, so I just picked the ones I think you might love"a voice startled me, and I placed my hand over my chest. "You scared me, " "Sorry," there is a dark grey wardrobe just behind the door. And a matt on the floor, a white round table at the corner. "It's fine really, I think I will read them. It's been a while since I have read an addictive book, maybe I will find one in these books. Who knows"I shrug, and sit on the bed.

And then there were Marianne and Elena—inside, carrying the weight of summer storms long past, and secrets that stretched across years like invisible threads. Gemma opened her notebook, pen poised above the blank page. She didn’t know what she was about to write—an observation, a story, a warning. Maybe all three. But she knew one thing: this summer wasn’t just fleeting warmth and careless laughter. It was a convergence, a delicate balance of past and present, of choices and consequences.

The Kingdom of Summer celebrated the Summer Solstice, thanking the Mother for the long days, as the sun shone more and more, and the people sacrificed two days of their lives to dance, celebrate, and honor the Mother. The Kingdom of Autumn celebrated Autumn Day at the end of October, illuminating their kingdom with lanterns depicting the Mother, offering a large amount of crops, and presenting the softest, most finely made blankets. The Kingdom of Spring celebrated Spring Day in late March, where the king used his powers to make everything bloom abundantly, offering a lamb and a large oak tree as signs of their gratitude. I closed the book and sat up. My head couldn’t take in any more inform

This is book two in the series, we are going to see Autumn evolve to become the person she is meant to be with her bff and vampire love by her side

The autumn air grew cold and bitter late that autumn, clinging to the edges of the cottage where Adrian and Elara wrapped themselves in a woollen shawl of warmth. Leaves blew outside, whirling from the bare trunks of trees to the ground like nature's goodbye before winter arrived. Adrian's weathered hand rested against hers, his fingers following the curve of her knuckles as they soaked in a silent by the fire.

Natasha Kristina and I sit in the middle of her living room with papers sprawled out around us. We have used our time wisely, choosing fall reading books that will hopefully challenge and inspire our young readers. We have a few hours left of planning and then we should be all ready. We are just starting to go over the flyers, trying out some themes that might entice some participants this year. “How about ‘fall into reading’ ‘fall into the books’ ‘don't leaf a book unread’?” Kristina asks.