Books Set In North Dakota Novels & Stories

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"This whole section needs replacing. We can work down the line." "Okay." Nate followed the foreman's cues. They used a sledgehammer on the boards that were rotten or loose, then Nate held the new section while Nakos nailed them in place. They got a few done before Nate spoke again. "Where's the reservation?" "Between here and the Thunder Basin National Grasslands." Nakos pointed due north. "Arapaho tribe." Nate had never heard of it. He and Justin had served with a guy who was part Cherokee, but that was the extent of Nate's knowledge on Native Americans. "What's that phrase you say to Olivia every morning?"

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Then she remembered- while she was exploring her room, she had seen one of the cupboards that had books in it, and she went in search of one. She found a few titles and decided to stick to some historical romance she found, about the Comanche warriors and blood moons, Texans, war and the Prairie. It was just as she sat down that she heard Charity's familiar knocking pattern. Pulling open the door, she saw her friends and ushered them in.

Taylor By late afternoon, the warm aroma of chicken and noodles swarms throughout the house. Cuddled under a blanket, Nya asleep at my feet, I shut off the TV and open my Kindle. I’m transported to Denver, Colorado, for more escapades of India Savage and her gang. As is usual when I read, time passes quickly. Kennedy emerges from the garage, causing Nya to flop from the sofa to the floor, before running to greet her. I rise much slower to avoid upsetting my stomach and the babies.

Unless I was now… politically interesting. And that made me dangerous. Not just to the staff. Not just to the maids I was ready to fire with sass. But to men like him. Because I had been reading. Oh yes. Ever since my rebirth, I’d been living in the library like a rat with trust issues and a highlighter. I knew now—this kingdom, the North, wasn’t just powerful. It was practically the beating heart of the continent. The North Kingdom: My accidental new home. Cold winters. Sunny summers. Six months of icicles, six months of wild crops.

Instead, they're mysterious paintings I've never seen before, undoubtedly worth a lot of fortune. Curiosity tugs at me, urging me to explore further. I step into Andrey's study, where the shelves are lined with thousands of books. It's his sanctuary, his private space, but he's never forbidden me from entering. So, I venture deeper into the room, running my fingers along the spines of the books. One book in particular catches my eye - a volume about Nebraska. My heart sinks at the sight of it, memories flooding back from a time I'd rather forget. The mere thought of Omaha fills me with a mix of embarrassment and resentment, a reminder of a past I'd rather leave behind.

Callie just gave her a wide doggy smile. After cleaning up, they pulled out Rose’s futon and curled up together. Although the sex was amazing, Seth had to admit he liked this part almost as much. Which meant he was turning into a total sap. He could just imagine what Max would’ve said: Watch out. You’re not getting out of that trap anytime soon, man. Seth moved his hand under his pillow, only to find a book there. He pulled it out. North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell. “Oh, I’d forgotten I’d put that there.” Rose took the book from him, smiling. “This is one of my favorites.” Her eyes widened. “The hero’s name is Mr. Thornton, actually. John Thornton.”

Dina holds her hand out, and Dakota shakes it while staring at her. "I'm so glad you could come down to meet Noah," Dina says. Dakota nods and smiles. "I like you. You have nice eyes, not mean ones." She replies. Dina looks from Dakota to me with her mouth open. "I see what you mean now. Please come in." She opens the door, and her apartment is small but comfortable. Kids' toys are everywhere, and a little boy with dark brown hair is sitting in the middle of the floor looking at a book.

Six months later... The wind in North Dakota had a bite to it, but the sky stretched wide and endless, like a soft blue promise. The air smelled fresh, a little wild—like new beginnings. I stood by the window of our small off-campus apartment, cradling a chipped mug of hot cocoa between my hands. The windows fogged slightly from the warmth, and outside, the trees shivered, shaking loose the last stubborn golden leaves. Behind me, I heard Noah moving around—the heavy thud of books hitting the floor, the low, sleepy curses as he dug through his bag.