Novel & Cerita Books Like 1000 Splendid Suns

It looked like a Jewel wrapped in Emerald Silk. ​Massive, iridescent vines, the "High-Spires", stretched from the continents into the upper atmosphere, their leaves unfurling like solar sails to catch the unfiltered light of the sun. The moon was no longer a dead rock; it was a "Satellite-Garden," its craters filled with the bioluminescent moss of the Andromeda-Seed.

Joseph felt the wind knocked out of him as he heard the whistle followed by the loudest sound he's ever heard in all his 16 years under the Tau Ceti sun. A whiz and BOOM. Whiz and BOOM. Explosion after explosion came pummeling down onto them. An unending barrage of terrifying heat and sound and fireball crashed all around them. Joseph covered his face as clods of disturbed earth pelted and rained down on him. His screams were drowned out by the loud thunders. It went on forever. Until it didn't. Then it stopped. He heard nothing afterwards except the constant ringing in his ear.

My grandmother's handwriting was tight and urgent, written during one of her most intense visions. *The darkness awakens. It has slept for a century, gorged on stolen light, but now it stirs again. It will hunt the children of the moon. It will find them one by one and drain them until nothing remains but empty shells. Two wolves stand between salvation and destruction. Two Alphas, bound to the fate of the Lunar. One will fall. One will rise. And the wolf who carries moonlight in her veins will decide which fate comes to pass.* "This is about me," Sera said quietly.

At the very bottom of the metal box lay a yellowed photo. In the photo, a teenage girl was hugging a little boy, and they were both smiling brightly. That was my brother, Sunny. Before becoming Tatiana Buzzelli, I scraped by in the Southeast Darland black market. I didn't even have a name. There was nothing I wouldn't do to earn money to save Sunny's life. I committed every sin imaginable, long past the point of redemption. Night after night, Sunny would wake up, shaken by nightmares. He'd hold my hands and cry. "I'm scared. I don't want you to kill anymore. Can we leave, please?"

The scent of the forest mixed with smoke,dried herbs and tobacco. Kane Rivers. Legendary bachelor, custodian of the Brim Pack, tall, broad, dangerous in every sense of the word. I’d met him before, sure. Exchanged nods, brief conversations. I knew who he was. I knew the stories. But seeing him tonight… seeing him in the firelight, eyes sharp, posture rigid, all control and intense — my chest started pounding for no reason I could explain. And then, somehow, our eyes met.

Parang may maliit na bagay na nakaipit dito. Out of curiosity, agad ko ng kinuha ang librong 'yon mula sa shelf then dusted it off. "'Where the sun doesn't shine' by Marvens Jeff Bonhomme..?" I couldn't help but shook my head just reading the title at the cover page. This hardbounded black book was no doubt a novel, an old novel kaya ba't naman nandito ito? Was Mr. Romero also interested with this piece of crap? With disgust glare at that book, kinuha ko na lamang yong papel na nakaipit dito and then put that book back to the shelf.

Leon lowered his head and spoke in a choked voice, "I feel so awful, Xandra. When I go home, the place is empty. There are traces of you everywhere. There's the coffee machine you bought, the flowers you took care of on the balcony, and the bedding you picked out… "But now, no one uses the coffee machine. It's covered in dust. The flowers on the balcony have withered without anyone watering them. The bed feels cold, as there's only me lying there now. The scent you left behind is fading.

In this house, she lived like a high-end housekeeper. As for me, I barely left my room except to eat. I cleaned out the storage room until it was spotless. Even though it was still packed with old furniture, the sunlight there was perfect. I often dragged a chair to the window and sat there for hours, basking in the sun, like an old man waiting for the end. Sometimes Jonathan would pass by my door. When he saw me sitting in the sunlight, he would pause for a moment, but he never said anything.

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========= Sunset, the next day. Abley pushed the double doors to Reed's chamber to find clothing items strewn around the room. Undergarments on the floor, belts hanging on the chandelier.... along with some broken furnitures. It was no secret that vampires were powerful beings, especially when aroused. Abley picked up a broken piece of wood, what was left of an arm chair. "Wake up, sleepyhead." he tossed the plank of wood towards the sleeping Reed.