Fallen Leaves Book Novels & Stories

“I was wondering if you might know why I can’t hear Evelyn or Sophia’s thoughts.” Selene lets out a heavy sigh. “So impatient.” She raises her hand in the direction of my desk, and one of the books I’d brought in from the library rises into the air. Selene uses her power to bring it over to me, the book hovering in the air the entire way. I reach out my hands for it, and once she drops it in my grip, the book flies open to a very specific page. “You were so close to figuring out the answer on your own,” she tells me.

The leaves releasing because that was what leaves did and there was no apology in it. Things becoming, briefly and beautifully, exactly what they were about to stop being. She stood under the oak tree on the first morning of October and watched a single leaf release from a high branch and fall — not straight down, but in the long spiral that leaves fell in when there was no wind, the careful unhurried traversal of the distance between the branch and the ground, as though the leaf understood it had one descent and intended to take its time with it. She watched it fall all the way.

His presence was a door left open, a choice. Luna moved to a small bookshelf. Her fingers, no longer rough from scrubbing but smooth and sure, trailed over the spines. She found the book—a slender, leather-bound volume on alpine flora. As she pulled it free, a folded piece of parchment, brittle with age, fluttered to the floor.

The Alpha chuckles “Jaz how about you come down and stop confusing your Mate” my bata and I look at one another then at my sister and we are all perplexed. I look at the Alpha “Alpha?” “Alpha Jax” “Alpha Jax, what doe you mean Mate??” the next this I know I smell apples and Carmel and a hit of chocolate, but I don’t know where the smell is coming from. Where is she… “Jaz please stop confusing the poor guy and let him see you.” I hear a giggle but the smell is getting stronger and I’m still standing in the same stop looking all around and I hear rose gigging and I hear them all laughing “what is so funny???” I’m asking while looking at the three of them and I end on rose and she points funny

YNNAH I arrived home completely dumbfounded by what I had just witnessed. I still couldn’t believe my eyes. I had seen things that only existed in fantasy stories and movies—things I never imagined I would encounter in real life. A sky that seemed to open up, emitting a blinding, dazzling light that hurt just to look at. A strange, faint cry echoing in the darkness—the sound of a man suffering in unimaginable pain. Something rushed past me, moving at such incredible speed that I couldn't even identify what it was. And then, behind that massive Narra tree… a single, silky black feather, beautiful and rare, soaked in fresh blood.

The musty-sweet smell of decaying leaves lingered in her nose, luring her with its unnatural and bewitching fragrance. Leonore was half awake and half asleep, yet her eyes were closed still. She could hear the smooth rustling of the leaves, however, even with eyes closed, she could distinguish the fresh fallen leaves from the withered and rotten ones. It was the way they were released into the air; the way they were propelled in a dreamy and lackadaisical manner heightened the main difference. The fresh fallen leaves go freely with the air, but the withered leaves were stubborn.

But, when these leaves fall, then all the leaves change color. The new color of the fell leaves showed when the leaves touched the ground. Yellow color for leaves fell in the morning. The red color of the leaves fell in the day. Purple color for leaves that fell in the afternoon and black color for leaves that fell at night. This forest was known as a highly toxic forest. The poison in the tree’s branches could make anyone exposed to it as soon as possible die sadly. There was a tinny way connected outside the forest to Deril’s house.

On the day my adoptive father, Claude Bolton, is buried, my biological parents, along with the fake heiress, Gwen Walton, force their way into the funeral hall to pressure me into signing a statement of forgiveness. They say Gwen is about to be recommended for graduate school, so she can't afford to have a disciplinary record for driving a mechanic to his death. My biological mother, Lorna Pollard, holds my hand and cries. "Claude is already dead. Don't ruin Gwen too." My biological father, Joseph Walton, presses the pen into my palm. "The dead shouldn't stand in the way of the living." Gwen kneels in front of the casket, crying pitifully. "Ada, I'm sorry. I didn't know Mr. Bolton wou

no, I arranged his bed again that I had scattered, cause no matter how mad I was for burning my project up, I still didn't wanted any fucking trouble when he was back, so that he wouldn't kill me out of anger for messing with his stuff, but as soon as am about to quietly return back to my own lane to wait innocently, and yell at that dickhead when he was back about why on earth he burnt my project up, my curious eyes, yes, the same eyes that would make him kill me, drifted to the side, and I see a black book placed perfectly on the side of his bed "I didn't even know he had something like this, but it must have fell from under his pillow" I told myself as I picked it up to return it back to