Fall Books For Adults Novels & Stories

He said she was not to worry the Doctors had said it would not be forever and she would soon start to feel herself again. Belle was lost, and empty she did the small tasks her Father asked her to do, cleaning, washing and even preparing food she appeared to know how to do these things but something told her she had not done them for some time. She had too much time to think that was the problem, when the weather was good she walked around the garden trying desperately to find whatever it was that was missing inside her. Sebastian watched her hidden in his room and it broke his heart he could sense her distress and he longed to comfort her but she did not know him. When the weather turned col

Until my throat was raw and my eyes burned and exhaustion pulled at my limbs like weights. I pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped myself in it. The fabric smelled like Maya’s lavender laundry detergent. Outside, Brooklyn hummed with evening life. Cars honked. People shouted. Somewhere, someone was playing music too loud. I closed my eyes. Tomorrow, I would figure out what came next. Tomorrow, I would rebuild. Tomorrow, I would become someone new. But tonight, I let myself be broken.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

There were only a couple of other kids that chose to read over the computers. I browsed the bookshelf searching for a book to read, my step-father set fire to all my books in the wheel barrow when he first moved in with us. I picked a book up from the shelf, my father had bought me it before he died, I was surprised to see it in a school library. The Darkest Minds. I found my way over to a comfy seat in the corner of the room. Fishing out my glasses from my bag I made sure no one was looking before I put them on. "Hey." A boy interupted me three chapters in. "I'm Aaron." Peeking up from behind my book I saw a guy staring at me with a huge grin on his face. I had no idea how long he had been

“Johnson, how many more scars do you want to leave on me? Was I born just to be used for Ella’s treatment? Don’t I get to have a life of my own? “You’ve already taken my kidney and lung, and isn’t that still not enough? Do you have to strip everything from me and hand it all over to Ella to feel satisfied?!” “No. I won’t do that anymore. I won’t hurt you again.” Johnson went over and pulled me tightly into his arms as he pleaded. “I realized I can’t lose you anymore. Somewhere along the way, pretending turned into something real. I really did fall for you. I know I’ve done terrible things. I was wrong. Please give me a chance to make it right.” “No, I won’t! You’re the one who ruined me. Sta

Then he stormed out of my office. ... The next day, I found several critical files deleted from my computer, and the Recycle Bin emptied. These were proposals for major clients, each one taking great chunks of my time and energy. Worse, one of them was the entry I'd prepared for the International Advertising Festival. That award meant a lot to me. I immediately went to the IT department for help in recovering the files. After checking, a technician told me the files had been deleted manually at around 11 PM the previous night.

The flickering lamplight cast long shadows across the room, mirroring the turmoil within Lena's heart. The evening stretched on, seemingly endless, as Lena remained motionless on the couch, lost in her thoughts and consumed by the rawness of her emotions. The tears continued to fall, each drop a testament to the shattered dreams and the love that had turned to ashes.

Before long, everyone accepted my position. Work energized me. The shadows of my past faded quickly, replaced by the rhythm of building something of my own. Only then did I understand: the success my parents had chased in their youth really did rival the allure of romance. Time flew. By the time I stepped out of the office, it was already eight in the evening. Seeing the long string of zeroes in my bank account, I decided to treat myself. I walked into a Michelin Star restaurant, only to be stopped at the entrance.

“Fourteen years. That earns you something. But Drew? He’s got people now. Real people. You start sniffing around, they’ll notice. And they won’t care who took the fall.” Meekey smirked. “Let ‘em notice.” “You trying to get revenge?” She shook her head. “Not revenge.” He looked at her a long moment. “Then what?” “Balance.”