Counting Sheep Book Novels & Stories

He keeps talking, filling the jeep with his voice—low, light, annoyingly pleasant, occasionally dropping into that serious, husky rumble that sets my nerves on edge. He starts recounting a story about a clumsy elder named Barnaby who once tried to move a ward stone with a backhoe, resulting in two days of rain inside the pack house. He’s clearly trying to relax me, trying to paint a picture of a normal, if slightly eccentric, community. My nerves, however, are a tight tangle of knots. The wolf is still silent, the silence almost deafening after Zeke’s recent outburst of Alpha power. I reach for the radio and crank the volume, needing a loud, jarring noise to break the heavy tension and Zeke’

She's already tucked under a quilt decorated with stars, and a stack of books on her nightstand. "Uncle Shawn!" She bounces excitedly. "Please read me a story since it's your first time visiting." "Of course," I hover in the doorway, suddenly feeling massive and out of place in this delicate space. "Come sit!" She pats the bed beside her. I walk into her room and lower myself carefully onto the edge of the mattress. She immediately thrusts a book into my hands. "This one!" I look at the cover—some story about a brave little wolf. Of course.

Curiosity tugged at her to go to the library. She got out of the room and followed the path Alice had described. The library's doors creaked open, revealing rows of shelves stacked with books. The air was a bit dusty and cobwebs hung around. She wondered if people hardly came here. She trailed her fingers along the spines of the books until she found one titled: “The Lunar Bond, The mating of wolves” Her hand trembled slightly as she lifted the heavy book. She opened it, reading in silence about bonds, instinct and transformations.

--- The Hills That Remembered They moved north, into the land the stars forgot to name. The Watching Hills, Velan whispered once—though no one knew where he’d heard the term. Maybe the ground had told him. Maybe it remembered. Nothing lived here, not in the way people understood. But it wasn’t empty. It was aware.

Finally. She need not pretend any longer. In William’s arms was where she wanted to be. ~The End~ Look for these books in this series: Let's Fall in Love Again (book 2) Let's Create a Wonderland (book 3) Let's be Together (book 4)

Pure deliciousness. "Ok, this one first." She slides a book towards me. On the front is shows a wolf fetus inside the womb, it reads 'SHE-WOLF PREGNANCY WEEK BY WEEK' in bold letters. If that wasn't a kick to the gut, I don't know what is. Am I really doing this?

There were unfamiliar characters carved at the bottom. I touched it with my fingertips and I felt a sudden jolt. I was stunned when the characters suddenly became readable. I swear I haven’t learned any other language yet and I can only read alphabets. The characters were unfamiliar yet I’m reading it and it was my name on the cover! Was this the real Nemiah’s diary? My cold sweat ran through my temples as I turned the pages with my trembling hands. The pages were made of parchment bound with a straw and the first page says, How a sheep lives with the wolves. I didn’t recognize what kind of language it was but I’m amazed how smoothly I read it. Was it because the real Nemiah is inside me? Or

Aiden and I sat in between Leo and Zoey’s bed. I was holding their favorite storybook, my fingers gently traced the familiar cover. The story In the book is a tale about brave wolves protecting their pack, it’s a story of strength, courage, and family love. Leo was already dozing off, his soft breathing steady and peaceful as Shenaya read aloud. Zoey, however, was wide awake, her big, curious eyes fixed on me as I continued to read. Even Aiden was already dozing off beside me too trying to catch his head now and then.

Why rip out only one page? I read the numbers in the corners of the pages on either side, noting that they took page sixty-three. So I turn to the contents page at the start of the book. I skim down the list, until I find it. Song of The Sea Maiden ……………………… p63 The sea maiden. The beach. The dreams. The answers are right in front of me. I just can’t see them yet.

"The wolf and the seven little lambs." "Once upon a time, Mrs. Sheep went to the woods to look for food and she reminded the seven little lambs to stay at home obediently and never open the door to allow the big bad wolf to enter. The big bad wolf consumed some putty powder to make his voice soft and even sprinkled flour over his legs. He then came over and knocked on the door of the sheep's house. The little lambs heard the soft voice and saw the white claws, and they instinctively thought that it was their mother who had returned and opened the door." Monique told the story with a sweet voice, pronouncing each word crystal clear and her expression was lively. Her sweet and pleasant voice w