Faraway Wanderers Novels & Stories

And in the middle of it all, a hand-painted sign hung between two oak trees: “The Whisked Away Festival, Love, Food, Family.” Inspired by the DiLorenzo Family. The Book .Amara’s second book, Whisked Away: A Love Story in Recipes, had just launched. Part memoir, part cookbook, it was filled with personal stories, recipes from both the villa and Bellwood Falls, and reflections on grief, single motherhood, second chances, and the healing power of pasta. The dedication read: For anyone who thought it was too late — love can still rise, even when the heat gets high.

“You’re always so considerate, Ana, so much more understanding than that girl. I messed up these past few days. I ignored how you were feeling. I’ve told her off. From now on, you don’t have to come along on our dates anymore. And tomorrow, I’ll move out for a while. That way you won’t have to cook for me when I come home, and you won’t have to watch Cherry and me together and get hurt.” So he did know I could feel hurt. He pulled me closer and added with a soft voice, “Just rest and take care of yourself at home. Once the three months are up, I’ll make it all up to you. I’ll take you to Auroria to see the auroras, like you’ve always wanted. Just the two of us.” “Okay,” I said, nestling into

"Shh child we are here for you. We have made the arrangements within an hour the two of you will be discharged and we will send your parents back to the moon goddess." I get a mind link from Sam. Just go with it for now. Dean is aware of the situation, and we are working on a plan to get you out to his pack. "Thank you aunty Annebelle." Within the hour Sam and I were discharged, and we went to the pack house at the back the omegas had done a lovely job regards to funeral arrangements. Goddess, I know what awaits me if I stay in this pack, please moon goddess help me escape.

When the next morning dawned, there were three more days until Christmas Eve. Amelia gave May a leave in advance. Then, she packed up on her own and drove away from Riverbay Residence.

The summer evening was falling on the city, relieving the concrete jungle of the sweltering heat of the day, but darkness was still far away. The road that ran through the outskirts was filled with various vehicles, including public ones, with people rushing to return home at the end of the working day. The bus, following its regular route, stopped at the next stop, opening the doors for passengers. People who were at the bus stop, waiting until those wishing to leave the bus, hurried to take the empty seats.

"Oh you hush how you think you got here? We weren't always old now." "MO-THER! Don't be disgusting!" Akiaya covered her mouth and left the room. Even though she was twenty four it was still embarrassing to hear or even picture her parents doing what lovers do. She went to Amor's room to see how he was doing. She hadn't been home in a few days and when she was home she would shut herself in her room doing work and avoiding Willow. "Knock knock." She pushed open the door seeing her adorable brother play on his specialized game. "What. Do. You. Want?" "I needed to get away from mom and dad before they got to familiar in front of me."

Brynn Hollis' POV The gray wolves arrived at dusk. They came not from the north, not from the east—from nowhere. One moment the horizon was empty, the next they stood at the edge of the forest, silent, watching. Their fur was the color of storm clouds, their eyes bright as stars. We had not seen them coming. "They were not there a moment ago," Farrah said, her hand on her blade. "They are not enemies," Luna Rose said. "They are wanderers. They have always been wanderers."

Even though I and the rest of the Wandering Village were known as an abomination due to our inability to shift, I had always hoped that I’d find my mate or someone who loves me and travel together with him beyond the island. The island of the wanderers, as they called it, had been in existence before my birth twenty-one years ago. According to my father, the island was created for exiled werewolves who are unable to shift and those who wanted to escape the life of slavery. My parents were the first to arrive on the island, and from there, more joined, and together they built the home for wanderers and called it the Wandering Village. But, just after a year of creating the pack, the Finders f

“A few call-center people, drunk people, just-came-from-a-wake people… the usual.” “Hey, I know you can see and hear me!” the stray beside her interrupted. He was talking and screaming and whining non-stop, and Akira’s head began to ache. Of the short shift she worked in this 7-Eleven, it sure felt like a thousand days with this tireless, lost soul. Shut up, shut up, shut up! “’Just-came-from-a-wake people?’” Nate asked and pondered for a second before realizing what Akira meant. “Oh… pagpag.”

Top scorers in other states were hungry for those spots, and it chilled me to see how this naive bunch of children was acting. I pinched myself hard on the thigh to force myself to clear my head. "Let me go home and amend my admission to Northrind. I promise I won't tell on you." "Don't even think about it!" James and others dragged me to the train station and took a group picture of everyone, claiming it was their last crazy act as youths and that they had to make the most of it. My voice started trembling when I saw the train's departing time getting closer. "I promise I won't say a word. Just let me go home now, or I'll yell loud enough to get the police here!"