Books For Fall Novels & Stories

Autumn Emily's POV Aran's full council of eight Alphas arrived in the autumn when the hills were going gold and the packhouse had the specific quality it had in autumn — the warmth of a community that had spent a summer running at full pace and was settling into the more interior rhythms of the season without losing any of the quality that the summer's work had produced.

Time to get back to work. "Sloane?" I turn. "The book I left on the bus. Did you read it?" "I'm halfway through." "And?" "It's exactly what I needed. How did you know?" "Because I read it three years ago when I was falling apart. And it helped." He shrugs. "Figured it might help you too." "It does. Thank you." "Small gestures." "Small gestures," I agree. I walk back to my equipment feeling lighter than I have in months.

Ivy The leaves had started to drift lazily from the trees, as if the world itself was exhaling after a long, hot summer. The retreat had thinned out, only a few couples still lingering in the golden haze of autumn mornings. The main lodge was quieter now. No more scheduled activities. No more fake smiles. Just real moments.

I drop my gaze and walk across the road, determined to check in on Ashley and make sure she is still recovering and studying for her test before I return to Vincent and a wonderful three-day-long weekend. The smell of fall hasn't settled in yet and the trees aren't turning, but after Labor Day the weather in Michigan will snap. Suddenly we'll be thrust straight into pumpkin spice and falling leaves. Hands down fall is the best season. Even though I hate to see summer go because that means Michigan snow, I can't wait for the opportunity to wear fashionable scarves once again. "Mackenzie Marshal," a voice calls from behind me and I stop and spin on my heels.

Lily literally falls for every hot dude she meets either in good circumstances or bad ones. “He is the Bratva’s first son, Vincenzo Salvatore De Luca.” My jaw ticked and my fingers dug into my palms, almost drawing out blood at the mention of his name. “Oh my gosh! He is so hot!” “Let’s go, Lily. I need to speak to Dad.” I walked past the dreamy girl, who wished she could have Vincenzo towering over her while whispering sweet nothings into her ear. But she had no idea that the devil does none of that.

I reviewed it, found it solid, and decided to confront Elliot that night. When I got home, he was busy in the kitchen. In a good mood, he said, "You're back early today." "I need to talk to you about something," I said. He brought out a plate of food he'd just made. A big smile was on his face. "What's so mysterious?" I took the divorce agreement out of my briefcase and placed it on the dining table. When Elliot saw its cover, the plate nearly slipped from his hand. "What is this?" His voice trembled, and his face turned pale. "I don't see a future for us," I said. "Let's divorce."

Talking about him out loud is the last thing I need at the moment. Keith seems to get the point and turns his attention back to the book in his hand. I place the sketchbook and colored pencils down beside me before lying back on the blanket and resting my head on a pillow. I exhale as I look up. The sun shines through the trees above my head. The days are getting cooler, but today is warm. I love this time of year. I love how colorful the trees are in the fall. Some of the leaves are red, some so red they look like they're on fire, and others are yellow and orange.

YNNAH “Remember to read pages 123 through 143. We will discuss every topic covered in that range during our next meeting,” our professor announced, closing his notes and looking out over the class. “That is all for today. Class dismissed.” I let out a heavy, exaggerated sigh as I stared down at my textbook, running my eyes over the table of contents. The assignment felt impossible to manage—nearly one hundred pages to read and understand before our next session. I couldn’t help but wonder how he expected us to absorb so much material in such a short time. If even teaching two topics took us three full hours, how could we possibly cover four entire subjects in the same amount of time? It felt

“How are you feeling?” “Better. Much better.” “Good. That’s good.” She held out the basket. “I brought you some things. Tea. Honey. That organic granola you like from the place in Brooklyn. And some books I thought you might enjoy.” I took the basket, surprised by the thoughtfulness. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do this.”

Her heart ached in ways words could not describe. She pressed her hand to her chest, feeling the rhythm of her pulse. The world had moved on. She had moved on. But her heart… her heart refused to. PART 2 WHEN SILENCE SPEAKS LOUDER THAN WORDS The library smelled of old paper and polished wood, a quiet refuge from the city outside. Maya traced her fingers along the spines of books, pretending she was lost in research, but she knew exactly who had entered moments ago. Ethan.