Dune Read-along Novels & Stories

Outside, the sun climbed higher. And somewhere beyond locks, beyond fire, beyond distance, Damon Moretti was still playing the long game. End of Book 1.

Dune had left the evening prior. That meant at the early mornings and late evenings, she has to do all her drills by herself. It’s a bit reminiscent that Dune happened to be her most unexpected confider since waking up in Polvaros. The man was a big mass of trouble and her respect for him was enormous. As she was carrying a large chunk of weight up the mountains to get her head out from her last interaction with Santina, she saw something fly up above her.

I force myself to look up. I'm in a desert. Red sand slopes up and down for miles, glimmering with golden specks under the relentless sunlight. Heaving myself up onto my knees, I notice a body lying on its back beside me. It's Damon, half his face practically buried in the sand. Crawling over to him, I grab his bare arm, feeling how hot his skin is under my touch. How long have we been here? "Damon, wake up," I say, but my voice is hoarse, my tongue heavy in my mouth. He shakes his head a few times, red sand spraying from his hair and onto my lap. If even frames his eyelashes, which flutter open as he looks up at me.

She smiled at him soothingly, wanting to assure the other party. But since Dior's brain circuit is different, he took this smile as a smile of hopelessness and reluctance. “In fact, we still have few hours before the inland chasers can catch up with us. My several hordes of undeads will definitely slow them down in one way or another. There's no need to rush—”

“I have Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, 1991. I also have Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston, 2019,Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, 1813. And Seven Days in June by Tia Williams which was written two years ago then I also have love hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood which was also written two years ago” “That’s a lot, which one do you think I should pick out?” “You should chose, you are the one who wants me to read for you” “I mean you have read all of the books before, which one contains more betrayal and lies. I want to hear you read such books” “Are you trying to mock me right now?” Audrey asked, her voice cracking with a lot of emotions. “Read, Audrey” Nathan ordered and closed his eyes,

Sand and heat and something older underneath, the smell of a landscape that had been here before the city and would be here after and did not particularly care about either. The dunes spread in every direction. The city was completely invisible. The sky was doing what desert skies did at this hour, building toward something, the light thickening and warming, the colour of everything shifting through amber toward a gold that had no equivalent in a city. "Come on," Julian said. He started walking up the face of the nearest dune. I looked at him, at the dune, at my sandals, which were not designed for this. I took them off and walked up after him in bare feet, which turned out to be the correct

The Alundral Princess Thank you so much for taking the time to read The Altundral Princess. This story is the sequel from Bred by the Alien King. Although this story can be read on its own, you will have a better understanding of it if you read Bred by the Alien King; first, It will give you a better idea of the characters and settings. Chapter one Beven's point of view I come to the waterfall every day. Just to watch the Princess, My beautiful Deliah, the Princess of Altundral.

he said, surprised. "The sand doesn't get hot here like it does at the beach. Instead it reflects the heat, which is awesome, unless it's the middle of summer. Then it feels like a hundred and twenty degrees out here," Melinda said. She reached the top of the dune and stared out at the ocean of sand. The white was a stark contrast with the clear blue sky. It had been a while since she'd visited the dunes; she'd forgotten how peaceful it was. "Wow," Daniel said, standing next to her. "It's beautiful." He looked around. "Why isn't anyone else here?"

With the hourglass as our compass, we began our trek, the sand shifting beneath our feet. "I've been to many terrains," Alex began, glancing around, "but never a desert like this. Every dune looks the same. It's like a maze with no clear path." I nodded, feeling the weight of our task. "We need to rely on more than just our eyes. Remember what the Guardian said about time being our ally." Alex glanced at the hourglass, which now floated beside us, its sand steadily trickling down. "It feels like it's slipping away too quickly."

Hello, my dearest readers. Truly, I am so grateful for all the support for this book (His Regret). I feel incredibly happy for all of this encouragement. And I received a great suggestion, and I also read several comments that many of you still want the story of Daven and Althea to continue. Therefore, I have decided to continue it. Please pray that I can keep presenting their story in a way that brings its own dynamic and feels alive." So... enjoy the continuation of Daven and Althea's story. I will try to update regularly at the same time as before (starting from 12 PM).