Daily Book Novels & Stories

It was dark and still when Lucas woke in his bedroom. The covers were like warm clouds, and he was engulfed. He didn’t want to get out of bed, but knew that he had quite the day ahead of him. After a few minutes of debating with himself, Lucas rose from his bed with the covers still wrapped around him and walked over to the window. This was a moment he wanted to soak in. He absorbed the chill radiating from the hard floor, and allowed the warmth of the covers to spread through his body. The sun was starting to peak up from the horizon, and the smell of coffee was looming from the automatic coffee maker in the kitchen. Lucas particularly enjoys sun rises more than sun sets, he believes the be

"The fourth book is available only to the reader who has been inside a long accumulation long enough that the ordinary day is the deepest thing they know." Ernest looked at him. "The ordinary day is the deepest thing." "Yes," Don said. "The deepest thing available to the person inside the accumulation. Not the significant events — the naming, the trips, the books. The ordinary day. The Wednesday with thirty years of Wednesdays in it. That is the deepest thing." He held Ernest's gaze. "The fourth book argues that the ordinary day is the deepest thing. The sequence of four books has been approaching this argument from the beginning. The first book is about where we are. The second is about wha

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Hello my Wood pack lovelies. I thought I would hop on as I’ve gained a lot of new readers recently (which is amazing) but I’ve noticed some questions. So I thought I would answer them in one go. This book is being updated daily, except for Sundays (that’s my family day). Every now and again I will need a day off extra just to pause and rest my eyes and brain…there’s a lot going on in my mind to bring you the best stories possible.

D_Novel’s Book 3 will be released in the next few weeks, please check on my account incase i have already uploaded it, once released it will be uploaded daily (hopefully) so please give it a go, this book is only book 2 in a 10 book series so there is plenty more for you to read so please follow me, comment, leave a review and most of all enjoy! Much love from your friendly neighbourhood writer, J.D ;)

The wind rattled the windows of the small cabin, carrying with it the distant scent of pine and the faint dust of the gravel road. Claire moved quietly through the kitchen, finishing breakfast while keeping a watchful eye on Alex, who was perched on a stool, his little hands busy with a puzzle. It should have been an ordinary morning, filled with ordinary noises: the clatter of dishes, the soft hum of the refrigerator, the distant chirping of birds. But Claire’s heart wasn’t calm.

"And you get to find out why the 'Ice-King' was always meant to burn." As Chapter 151 closes, the "30-Day-Debt" has been re-indexed. The "Billionaire and the Bride" are no longer playing a game of "Mergers and Acquisitions." They are playing for the "Continuity of the Soul." ---

At 2:00 am, Zac Daniels held my hand in a luxury apartment unit that took up the entire floor and had the best view in Riverdale. He said sincerely, "Celia Gordon, marry me. Don't worry. I'll let you make one condition. I'll agree to it no matter what." Looking at everything before me, I froze. Zac's friends around us immediately started to cheer. "Say yes! Say yes!" "We all know what Celia wants."

" I said then got up to serve a customer who just arrived. Peter left the bar to go watch a football match at the London cinema. There were few customers in the bar and I was tired of studying. Registration for the Senior Secondary School Examination I missed will commence in a month. From the cookies I have been selling at the bar, I was able to raise a quarter of the money. My mother would complete the rest and God knows I have been praying we have enough. I took out a pen from my notebook and resolved to writing. The parcel Dr. Amrah gave me as a birthday gift was a large Diary of almost a thousand pages and a dozen pen. I knew what it meant. She wanted me to keep writing. I brought the d