Books For Fall Novels & Stories

An older wolf carrying a stack of books blinked at her. She blinked back. The wolf blinked again. Then his eyes widened. “The human.” Before Nova could respond, the books immediately hit the floor. “Oh no.” “What?” “The Alpha.” “What about him?” The older wolf looked genuinely alarmed. “Does he know you’re wandering around?” Nova folded her arms. “I am an adult.” The wolf looked unconvinced. Then he hurried away carrying his books. Actually hurried. Like he wanted to be somewhere else before Kael found out. Nova narrowed her eyes.

No Nut November month started on a busy note as more students crammed into the library for studying sessions. The reading program for elementary students meant more people were borrowing books they usually didn’t read to collect stars on their reading cards to exchange some prizes decided for the school. Mary sighed. It was a busy week.

I yawn and peer outside the frosted windows, gazing upon the empty landscape, whispering its secrets into the air. Placing my pale hands upon the window, its freezing touch burns my fingers and jerks them away, betrayed by its beauty. I place my fingers on my tinted crimson red lips, and scowl, letting the tundra outside keep its secrets. Nothing is left inside the carriage to keep me busy. I’ve braided my long black hair, undone it, then re-braided it, fidgeting about in the back, settling even deeper into my large, white, fur coat, and I decided it's time to say something.

I smiled and hurriedly walked up to her but as promised, I didn't touch her. " What book are you reading ?" I asked. She remained mute, instead, showed me the book titled " The Werewolf History " it read. I was surprised that she was into stuff like that, even as a werewolf, books like that bore me to my bones. One would be considered insane if such a book catches his or her interest. " Now that you are here, I want to hear it from your mouth since you are a werewolf and would probably know stuff like this. I don't understand what this book is saying " she said, of course, she wouldn't.

Monday. The day that officially makes people tired before they even set out for the day. There certainly are people who take Monday's seriously—but unsparingly, students hope for this day to vanish from the calendar. Yes, the ones who are going to graduate by the next year—too. Autumn season has finally left the premises and the air has become colder than yesterday. Winter is knocking on the door—along with the monthly tests. But Roy was very happy inside, as he made way to his first class with Ken and Monroe bickering nonstop to his left.

A photo slipped out from between the pages and drifted to the floor when Natalie was flipping through her documents in the study. Initially, she paid it no mind. However, her face changed after she saw the contents of the photo. It was a photo of us when we were children. It was the very scene I had asked the system to record for me back when she promised to give me a castle. The photo was of a little girl building a castle out of sand and smiling foolishly at the little boy.

Autumn had fully claimed the capital, draping the palace gardens in rich shades of amber, crimson, and gold. The air carried the crisp scent of ripening apples, falling leaves, and woodsmoke from the hearths that warmed the evenings. The city buzzed with the energy of the Harvest Festival — markets overflowing with fresh produce, lanterns strung between buildings, and the sound of laughter rising from every square.

I heard news that Owen was scrambling frantically over company issues. After thinking it over, I went to the study to find Dad. But he seemed to know what I was going to say and handed me a document directly. Seeing the contents inside, I froze in place, somewhat stunned. This was Owen's company's financial statement, but it was different from what I'd seen before. "The company's been in trouble for a while now, but to attract investors, he created two sets of books. The external accounts are fake. Only this one is real.

*Poppy* I was fidgeting in the backseat, clutching my documents. Outside the window, the trees merged into a beautiful landscape of colors, from dark greens to browns, oranges, and reds. Autumn has come. I loved this time of year the most. Not only did nature spoil us with colors, but the air smelled different. Evening walks seemed more romantic. Morning runs gave me energy, and pumpkin dishes were one of my favorites. Not to mention autumn evenings with wine and reading by the warm fireplace.

Considering the volume of files needed, she chose to work from the storage room to ensure she had access to everything she needed. Daisy was immersed in her work the entire time. The hours passed quickly. Her intense focus was shattered when she realized the door to the storage room had been locked, trapping her inside. As the reality of her situation dawned on her, a wave of unease washed over her. The dim light that had been her companion now seemed to cast uncertain shadows. As if fate was testing her, the light in the room suddenly flickered and went out plunging Daisy into darkness, she fumbled for her phone, and with a sigh of dismay she noticed that it was already past eight in the ev