Eleven Lovely Novels & Stories

“No one dares to touch what belongs to me.” “Janelle is mine.”

Lots of love from me 💜 (purple's my favourite colour) Your beloved writer, 💜 PRINCESS NOVA 💜

Small choices mattered more these days. She sat at the kitchen table wearing one of Owen’s old t-shirts, knees pulled up, watching steam curl from her mug. Morning light crept through the window, pale and tentative. She wondered when their love had become something that only lived in photos. Frozen smiles. Arms wrapped around each other for the sake of memory. Proof that at one point, this had meant something.

I continue my work and I have a good progress. I decided to email my proposed title and outline to Ms. Amanda and I’m a bit nervous. I hope she will like it. I’m confident with my work but knowing Ms. Amanda she is a very strict and I don’t know what really catches her attention or what her taste about a novel. I decided to make a romance novel about a girl that left on her wedding day to pursue her dreams and after a long time will meet again her past lover.

Brody hurriedly left the cave. "Stupid mutt," Lincoln said. He started counting the women to make sure Brody didn't kill a single one. Eleven. A total of eleven women. One particular woman caught his eyes, he didn't remember bringing her here. The woman wore ragged clothes and is sitting quietly in the corner holding a golden necklace in her hands.

Love you all a lot! \

★★★ FERAL FURY PACK ★★★ Luna Lovett was bustling about the palace, overseeing the final preparations for Vladimir's wedding. The grandeur of the palace was breathtaking, adorned in the finest decorations. Lush garlands of white roses and lilies draped over the archways, their fragrant blooms filling the air with a heady scent. Crystal chandeliers glittered like stars above, casting a warm, ethereal glow over the scene. Elegant silk drapes in shades of ivory and gold hung from the walls, adding to the opulent atmosphere.

I breathed out, "that's him." "You're so fucking whipped," Lola muttered before taking her phone back. I ignored her comment. I was still thinking about what I would say to Justin tomorrow. It wasn't long before Lola shoved her phone in my face again. "Is this his sister?" she asked. She had switched from Justin's Instagram account to someone else's. Camille's. It was a picture from Halloween. Wow, I hadn't even realized that Halloween had passed. Camille's hair was dyed red as a part of her costume.

I didn’t even know what was going on. “I thought Riley left?” Kalil asked. So did I. I didn’t want to talk yet because he had questions that I knew I couldn’t answer. I connected my phone to the car radio and scrolled through my music. “I have a song for you.” The first notes of “Beautiful Surprise” by India Arie flowed through the truck and he went quiet as he listened. As the words registered a grin spread across his face. His smiles always made me feel better. “Thank you. I loved it,” he confessed as the final notes rang out.