Books For Fall Novels & Stories

Emily folded her arms. I don't know what you're talking about. I saw you three at the bar yesterday... Adrian narrated how everything happened and he brought out the brochure of the resort. Emily looked at it with her eyes open. How...how did you get this? It's supposed to be out tomorrow. Emily said almost in tears. It found it in the car wreckage. Adrian said while Emily was still holding the brochure shocked. Adrian noticed the tears slowly wetting her face. I'm going to the hospital now. You can come with me.

Author Note: Dear Readers, Since English is not my first language, there will be tons of grammatical mistakes. Please continue reading this book only if you don't have any issue with that. Rest I could guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books which are completed until now if interested do give a look over them. Her Unloved Mate Winning My Mate Back I Belong to Him Can't Help Falling in Love. My Bride is Not a Human

“The only thing that scares me… is not being close enough if someone tries to take you.” Her stomach tightened, both in fear and something warmer, deeper, more dangerous. “Get dressed,” he murmured. “I’ll be waiting.” ****** The gala was held in the Crestfallen Hotel. A towering marble fortress lit with white stone columns that stretched into the sky. Snow drifted in slow spirals, settling on the awnings and glowing under the lanterns. Lucian helped Elara from the car only after scanning the street with a careful, lethal precision. If anyone had ever looked at her with such wordless protectiveness, she didn’t remember it.

Hart shrugged off his tweed jacket and loosened his tie, casual in a way that made her heart thrum. “I suppose we’ll have to wait it out.” Fallon sat across from him, legs crossed tightly as the firelight danced shadows across the Persian rug. She shouldn’t have noticed the way his gaze flicked down to her thighs. She shouldn’t have noticed the row of books tucked behind the encyclopedias leather bound, aged spines, titles in French. Erotica. Hart followed her gaze. Said nothing. But when she rose to touch the spines, tracing one book titled La Petite Mort, he spoke low and commanding.

indescribable beauty. Here people had different features, some guys were so cute that even their beauty scared you. Women are beautiful but full of evil. Like Riley. I advanced down a hill until I found a small waterfall. I've strayed too far and maybe that's not good. I took the book out again and went to the last page where there was a map of Telluride, a map where they introduced you to the lakes, waterfalls and certain caves. I positioned myself in what seemed to be called The Oblivion Waterfall, which was near the school. Why was it called the waterfall of oblivion? Ahead of the waterfall was a wall of rocks. I followed the path until I reached it, there were large rocks here, as if cer

His wings still out, tensed, and ready, the rest of us holding our weapons. He moved so fast I didn’t even see him. Sliding past the others as fluid as water going around rocks in a stream he came for me, I felt his arm snag my waist and my feet left the Earth. I heard Devon’s shots fire and Kenneth soared into the air in pursuit. Cassi let out a scream and I heard the others calling my name as we ascended, until they were just specks. Kenneth closing in, aiming his crossbow at Shamshiel’s wings, his purple wings beating as he tried desperately to keep up, his face contorted in anguish as he realized he would not be able to help me. In the blink of an eye Shamshiel closed his wings around us

Chapter 130: Unraveling Secrets The morning after the storm was almost eerily calm, as if the earth itself was recovering from the turmoil of the night. The sun broke through the clouds, casting its light over the landscape in a soft golden hue. Inside the cabin, however, the air was thick with the weight of unspoken words, emotions swirling just below the surface.

The Night That Changed Everything It was early November when the air began to shift. The leaves outside the school turned brittle and gold, and the sun dipped below the horizon too early, painting the sky in dusty pinks and smudged purples. Fall had always made me feel strange — like I was both waking up and saying goodbye to something at the same time. Maybe that’s why the memories from that month have stayed so sharp. Because deep down, I knew. I knew something was coming. I just didn’t know how much it would change me.

Lisa was sitting lifelessly on her seat, looking out of the window. It was the month of october, the true starts of the month of fall. The leaves dance from branch to ground, each a colorful flag without any strings or pole, free to roam. People feel the breeze, rich with the aroma of the earth, the keeper of the seeds, for the springtime to come. There is calmness, as if all the gold, berry-reds and brown that flutter about is a cozy quilt, bringing everyone the same piece as the night time.

Gerey stood up - Jeyrin still concealed in the dark of the library desk, and went to a rack of books. ‘GEOGRAPHY AND FAIRYTALE SECTION’ spelled at the top of the shelf and as Gerey scanned from book to book, he remembered a few he'd read at school, ‘Knowing Wabrook's Water Brooks and Bodies’ by Whitaker Flarogue, ‘Sunset at Ingfalls’ by Simponie Gugh, ‘The best habitat for all - Ingfalls - Book One’ by Cuulambs Nicktra, but they were not what he searched for.