Novel & Cerita Books For Autumn Reading

October arrived like a slow exhale. The property settled into its autumn rhythm — leaves turning on the oak tree from green to amber to deep, burning red, the garden releasing its last abundance before the cold came, the retreat center wrapping itself in wool blankets and woodsmoke and the particular kind of interiority that shorter days invited. The women who came to the center in autumn always seemed different from the summer arrivals. Summer brought urgency, the need to escape before the heat broke them entirely. Autumn brought something quieter. A recognition. A willingness, finally, to sit with what was true.

Autumn was bleeding into the air, carrying with it a sharpness that clung to the skin. The town buzzed with a different energy—one that came not just from falling leaves and colder winds, but from the whispered tales of a man reborn and a woman reclaiming herself. Arthur had become a quiet marvel in the community. His dedication to the church library had evolved into something almost sacred. More than a librarian, he had become a teacher, mentor, and trusted counselor. Faith-seekers came not just for books but for the quiet fire in his words and the peace in his presence. He spoke gently, but his words clung to souls like balm. The library wasn’t just a sanctuary—it had become a place of awa

I tilted the cover just enough to give them a glimpse. “A witch!” “There’s a kitty!” “Is it about ghosts?” The children scrambled off the adults’ laps and crowded closer. “Halloween is almost here. So today, I’m going to read you a story called *The Wonders of Halloween*.” The children eagerly began telling me about the Halloween decorations they had made at school. Before I knew it, even more of them had gathered around me. “Rin was a girl who was afraid of ghosts and the dark. That was why she could not understand why everyone else wanted to turn into ghosts—”

“That’s exactly what your grandmother used to say at your age.” I wandered farther between the narrow shelves mostly to escape the public humiliation, while Harmony disappeared toward the romance section making loud, dramatic noises about enemies-to-lovers tropes. The bookstore glowed softly beneath the low hanging lights while the snow drifted in thick waves outside the front windows facing Main Street. I paused near the folklore section automatically, my fingers tracing the bindings. Appalachian legends, mountain myths, and local history books lined the dark wood. One specific title caught my eye immediately: The Founding Families of Black Hollow.

I hate days like this. It’s terribly cold outside, and it gets dark much faster. Some people say that autumn is beautiful. Leaves fall from the trees, covering the damp earth with a rainbow quilt. However, for me, autumn is associated with only one thing - death. Plants die, and animals hide in tight corners, peacefully falling asleep. They probably don’t feel like watching everything around them slowly fade away. I envy them, I would like to close my eyes and not have to worry about anything too. Rain runs down my face. Water drips from strands of long blond hair, joining their companions. Together they flow down the paths, washing away all the dirt. Raindrops are never alone, there are bil

She might as well start with those. She grabbed a cloth and carefully wiped each book clean before placing them into a cardboard box. As she carried the box downstairs, she happened to run into Julian, who had just rushed back. He glanced at her and asked casually, “Where are you taking those books?” Autumn looked down at the books in her arms and replied offhandedly, “I was cleaning the room and saw these lying around gathering dust. Figured they’re useless now, so I’m tossing them.” Julian’s eyes narrowed slightly.

**A Season of Growing** Autumn had settled gently over Port Haven, painting the trees in shades of amber and crimson. The cool breeze carried the smell of salt and earth, a reminder of the changing seasons and the rhythm of their new life. Lillian and Nicholas had quickly fallen into the town’s pace, each day marked by small, quiet routines that felt like rituals—watering the plants, sharing breakfast on their porch, evening walks along the cliffside.

AUTUMN'S POV I probably looked lost for the rest of the day as I racked my brain over the name thing. I was trying to think about the forms I’d filled out. I was pretty confident that I’d used the name Ava, so how did a certain Mr Cage know that my name is Autumn? Especially since the only other person/creature who knows my name is a wolf. Which also sounds absolutely bonkers. “You look like you’re a million miles away,” Amery commented beside me. I was on my way to the car.

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Alexander By the time we have returned to Castle Black, the autumn winds were in full swing. September had always been a temperamental month. Moving so quickly from summer to fall in the blink of an eye. The warmth of the sun was quickly disappearing, replaced with gusts that brought the leaves swirling from the skies, and littering the floor, blanketing them in a patchwork of colours. As we neared the turreted castle, the feeling of foreboding was beginning to settle in.