Far Book Novels & Stories

I was the simple-minded fool that General Adelaide Knight had pulled from a pile of corpses on the battlefield. The poison had been too severe. I survived, but my mind never fully recovered. When people hit me or cursed at me, all I ever did was stare blankly and smile. Adelaide took pity on me. She brought me into her home and refused to let anyone mistreat me. She once said, "Reed may be a fool, but he's my whole life." And like a fool, I believed her. For five years, I followed her everywhere like a shadow. Then Fabian Ortega returned to the capital. He looked so much like me that we could almost have been brothers. He'd been poisoned, and none of the doctors knew how to save him. Hi

he said making me sigh closing my eyes, that arrogant jerk! However, I'm not letting this ruin my good mood for today, I wonder which movie I'll pick? I really want something more like romantic, but the boys don't like that type very much, what about action? Ugh well, boys like it action if there's zombies, so, no thanks!! What about cartoon? More like frozen? Yeah but still, the boys won't like the part where Anna and I start singing ' let it go'. I think I'm picking fast and furious 7!! I really like that season. So? Okay!! I'm pretty sure they're gonna love it, though I really wanted to watch something romantic.

Still my eyes close I manage to grab Farren’s chubby arms to pull her close to me. I used her arm to wipe some sands on my face. Her arms are quite chubbier and sturdier than the last time I hold it. It keeps on vibrating on my face as if Farren is giggling, but I can’t hear her snorting or scream in high pitch sounds. “Keep still, Farren,” I requested. “Uhm, auntie?” Farren called. I heard Caleb laugh at the background and Ciri giggling. “What?” I groaned, still rubbing her arms on my cheeks and face.

“Now, listen to your princess.” “Yes, Indigo,” I called smugly. “Listen to your princess.” “But it’s—my God.” He picked up a piece of fruit and gaped at it as he climbed aboard. “Are these grumpackers? They grow in Far Shore, too? I thought only Donnelly grew grumpackers.” “Or maybe High Cliff’s the only oddity that doesn’t harvest them,” Farrow countered before telling me, “We’re in, my lady. Go!” “Hee-yah,” I yelled, snapping the reins with all I had.

My mind went blank. I couldn't process a word. Up front, Colin, my assistant, caught it. He glanced at me in the rearview, eyes tight. "Removed?" I gripped my phone, knuckles white. Waited a beat, making sure I heard right. "What do you mean?" "Removed means removed. Thrown out. You don't get plain English?" Winnie Booth scoffed, smug. "This is the top private recovery center in Kinston. Not a charity. No money, we discharge. What, you want us to keep her?"

Friday began as a normal day, Tess Fairmont woke up, made breakfast, coffee, and feed the cats. Just a regular day like any other of Tessa Fairmont’s slow paced days. But that was a day that became a day that changed her whole life’s trajectory in an instance. It was November, Tess had just gotten done with her shift. Alex and Tess had been having more fights frequently. Tess got home and noticed empty beer bottles strewn about the room.

On the second day, they went camping, and Liana fed Asher some barbecue skewers. They spent the third day watching the aurora, and in the videos Asher shared, he was attentive and caring toward Liana. Over the next three days, they went on shopping sprees, and Liana blew through a million dollars. Asher hardly ever posted on Instagram, but for the past few days, he'd been flooding it with posts, almost as if to rub it in Gwyneth's face. They came back from the trip five days later. Asher paced around the villa, feeling like something was off. "Where's Gwyneth's stuff?"

She frowned a little and suddenly lost her appetite. After breakfast, Kayla decided not to call the driver. Instead, she took a cab alone to Southhill, home to the largest cemetery in Amethyst City. Her parents were long gone, and with no family left, she had to handle her final resting place. A cemetery staff greeted her and handed her a hot cup of coffee. "No problem. We have plenty of plots available. If you don't mind me asking, Ms. Greenfield, is this for an older relative?" Kayla shook her head. "No, it's for me."

It was the main airport before being replaced by Incheon International Airport in 2001. Since last night, Hyomi and Mira did not talk much, like keeping their distance. Even so, what Hyomi wanted was not like that. Hyomi wanted them to remain casual friends, but Mira didn't seem to be able to accept such terms, thus creating an awkward feeling in the friendship. "There's the van!" exclaimed Naomi when the pickup arrived. "Come on, Mira!" invited Hyomi who was only greeted with silence by her. However, Hyomi tried to give in. She didn't want to argue about their problems. After all, she did want to be more careful.

Finally, the light showed green and the car stopped as the doors slid open. The pack members behind me looked like they couldn't have been more glad. Lucas and I stepped out and I had to actively work to stop my jaw from clattering to the floor. Large was an understatement. Huge, fucking awesomely ginormous was more like it. The whole hall was like a large cafeteria, with the standard long benches and tables lining the walls and smaller circular tables in the middle that sat four. Then at the very middle stood two buffet tables so piled up with food that it gave the impression that they were leaning from the weight. Endless platters of steaming sausages, bowls of eggs, stacks of mile high pa