Books Like Thousand Splendid Suns Novels & Stories

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

Behind me, Rome stayed near the entrance, watching quietly. “Do you like this one?” he suddenly asked. I turned slightly. He was pointing toward a specific book resting on one of the nearby shelves. I stepped closer and pulled it out carefully. My eyes widened slightly when I read the title. It was a novel written by Sun the Morning. A love story about the moon and the sun. A quiet memory surfaced inside my mind. I had read this before in my past life. The story had stayed with me for years because of how bittersweet and beautiful it had been.

I could almost feel them digging into my hips, bruising my skin just like they did when he slammed me onto the desk in my subconscious. ​Stop it, Jade. He doesn’t know about your weird, vivid sexual dream. He's just a rich, scary, probably boring billionaire like the rest of them. ​"Jade? The district spreadsheets?" Celia’s voice snapped me back to the room. ​I jumped, my pen skidding across the page and leaving a jagged blue line. "Yes. Sorry. Here." ​I reached into my tote bag, my heart leaping into my throat as I felt the book threatening to fall out openly.

Only this instance. Standing up and opening the huge wood window beside the bed lies a beautiful and perfect sky to watch. The dawn couldn't be this so mesmerizing. It was a lunar eclipse. I love the lunar eclipse. For me, it symbolizes our world. The situation we all are in. In life, we could be the moon. Glowing and shining in the dark. Yet there are times when our problems will stop us from shining just like the eclipse. Yet, we should bear in mind that it may take a while before it resolves, we will shine once more. Just like how the full moon will shine back when the eclipse would be over.

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.

Only when the wrong person leaves can you keep the right one close. The withered spring would never boil again, and the one from before would never return. What I lost was an obsession, false and full of torment. What I gained was a good mate at my side, and a lifetime of peace.

“I was editing. Not brooding.” Ava plopped onto the couch, grabbing a handful of candy from the jar Luna kept on the side table. “Sure. And I just dropped by to admire your decor.” She took a bite and gestured at the screen. “And I can see what’s got you staring at the screen so hard.” Ava leaned in again, scrutinizing the images as Luna clicked through them. “Damn,” she muttered. “These are gorgeous. You really have a way of making even the most infuriating people look like gods.”

There could be a slip up, I might just mistakenly say something I'd rather not say. One more reason why it was a kind of safe space with Kunle and Sophia. We talk about everything and yet, nothing. "Well, All books, all genres except sad fictions. I don't understand why books would have sad endings. Books like All the bright colors, The fault in our stars, We were liars and co. I hate reading those kind of books. I prefer books like Eleanor and Park, Holding up the Universe, A very large expanse of sea. Generally, light novels that'd just make me smile. A sun is also a star, books with breathtaking ending that'd make you feel things."

(Sebastian POV) After watching the wounds heal up on her back and she was finally asleep. That's when I decide to go to the packs library with Seth. We needed to go through all the supernatural books that my family was able to collect through their lives. I need to know more to find out about my beautiful mate. As I was going through all the books that I didn't realize that five hours have gone by in a blink of an eye. We went through most of all the books not finding anything that will tell me about my baby girl. I then thought about the book of the gods and goddess, but as I look through the other books, but I didn't see that book.

I looked back at the pages of the book, wrapping myself more closely in the gray scarf Oliver had given me for Christmas. However, I was not allowed to return to the land depicted in the story from my book, because I sensed a strangely familiar aura that was getting closer and closer to our property. My first thought was mother, because the structure of the aura was very similar, but a few details did not match. I put the book on the table and lifted the blanket from my lap, setting it aside, before giving Oliver a meaningful look. He must have sensed the aura as well, as was already taking Alex in his arms and then walking towards the gazebo, where Oliver sat him down on the bench next to m