Books For Autumn Reading Novels & Stories

“Wait, don’t answer that. I don’t want to have to go through all of this when I should be trying on tuxes.” I just shake my head, laughing as I arrange the books on the shelves so we could have a better look at their titles. “Well don’t have to go through them all just today. It would be nice just to get started.” August doesn’t say anything again, but I know what his state of mind is when he starts to hum while poring through the titles. “All of these are mostly about history. I guess we’re looking for a book that would hopefully explain the Houses in Terra Lycaon?”

And even when they hadn’t… I no longer let them land. I had too much peace in me now. There wasn’t room for shame anymore. Back at the house, I carried the books Darren had ordered for the nursery upstairs and placed them on the newly assembled shelf. They were all hardcovers with soft pastel covers and gold-stamped lettering: Goodnight Moon, The Velveteen Rabbit, Where the Wild Things Are, Dream Big, Little One, I Am Enough. I traced the spine of each book with my fingertip, whispering the titles softly.

The autumn arrived with a blaze of color. The leaves turned gold and crimson. The air grew crisp, carrying the scent of wood smoke and fallen leaves. The students wrapped themselves in warm cloaks as they moved between classes, their breath pluming in the morning cold. Kael loved autumn. It reminded him of change, of growth, of the slow turning of seasons that marked the passage of time. It reminded him that nothing stayed the same—and that was a good thing. Rhydian found him in the courtyard, watching the leaves drift down from the old oak tree.

Clara asks Celeste. "Not yet." "Why not?" "Because I lived it. I don't need to read about it." "That's not an answer." "It's the only one I have." --- Autumn brings rain. Not the soft rain of spring — the hard, insistent rain of winter, the kind that keeps you indoors, that makes you grateful for fireplaces and wool socks. Celeste and I sit by the fire, reading, not reading, just being. "You're thinking," she says. "I'm resting."

"Oh. Right." They settled in front of the desk. Autumn pulled a thick book from one of the shelves and placed it in front of Callie with a soft thud. The cover was old, the leather cracked and worn, like it had been opened a thousand times by a thousand different hands. Autumn started pacing, her hands clasped behind her back. Callie opened the book and began flipping through the pages slowly, taking in the strange drawings and symbols. "A long time ago," Autumn began, her voice taking on the cadence of someone telling a story they'd memorized, "the ancient wolves were growing extinct. Threats came from all sides… different species, humans, vampires. Everyone wanted us dead or enslaved or co

She had to move slowly because it was so stiff. Above her birds were chirping in the trees and a cool fall breeze was blowing gently through her hair. Cara loved evenings such as this. Autumn was her favorite time of year. Not just because of her birthday, either. There were so many other reasons. This time of year was still warm enough for so many different outdoor activities, but not as hot as summer. She loved pumpkin patches and craved everything pumpkin spice! Hay rides and festivals, bobbing for apples, cider and pie, and the changing colors. Nature went from everything green to an explosion of color just before shaking it off for the drab, monotonous, blank canvas of winter. Cara love

“And this. I heard Miss Autumn likes antique texts—I happen to have one in my collection. Bring it to her.” “Alright.” Though Stellar found their enthusiasm a bit unusual, she simply chalked it up to kindness. Later, during her lunch break, she shared the cakes with Autumn and passed along the book, relaying her grandparents’ words. Autumn was clearly touched. “Please thank them for me. When I have the time, I’ll be sure to visit them myself.” She cradled the book gently, flipping through its pages with obvious delight, then picked up a piece of the cake and took a bite.

If you like Autumn to end up with Tyler (being high school sweethearts and all), then read Book 1 (The Bad Nerd Boy) and just stop there and imagine them walking off to sunset together. If you like Autumn to end up with Frazier (college sweethearts), then read Book 2 (Resisting The Irresistible) and Book 3 (Pulling Off The Impossible) then stop. But for those of you who would love to take this journey with this author, then come on in! There are plenty of “slice of life” stories, following Autumn’s journey in life. This author will post “bridge chapters” for each version (POTI & KMF) here so it will give you a smooth sailing when you read either one of the books.

Author POV:- It was coming into autumn. Trees' leaves were turning a variety of shades - gold, orange, red, and some remained green, but not for long. Some trees were starting to become bare whilst others still tried to flourish. The ground was covered in dead leaves. Piles of leaves were scattered all over campus - you really couldn't go a day without seeing maintenance raking up newly-fallen leaves.

Her guardian angel certainly put in extra effort for her. Although the anguish intensified, the moisture on her skin that was chilled by the cool breeze and the blood that covered her turtleneck made her feel even colder. Something approached her. She inhaled the aromas and listened intently to the sound of its scrambling. When she baked apple pies, made specialty soups and hot, spicy chili, and decorated with pumpkins, squash, and vibrant mums—colors that complemented her flaming red hair and green eyes—it was a cold, crisp autumn with a hint of wetness in the air. Autumn, her favorite season,