Flint Hills Books Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Zulaihat's visit, she only told me a day before yesterday and I told her I'd tell you about it first and somehow I just forgot only for her to call me today and say she just arrived at the airport, something about Mama asking her to surprise me." "And she had to come with your late fiance's younger sister right? Surprise, surprise." Her hands were working furiously on the sheet so he wasn't surprised when the pencil suddenly broke. "They're both attending a writers forum and it's for only a week, you don't expect me to say no, do you?" "I expected you to talk to me about it first and why's your mother interfering in this whole thing? We're newly Weds and we

"He's coming, but, when I can't tell you." Dreading the next few days couldn't happen. I had to be calm. Getting the packs together was going to be hard. We were the biggest pack in America. We stayed in the HOH Rainforest of Washington State. Seattle was a little over four hours away. There was also Port Angeles and Oylimpia. Near us stood Mt. Olympus. Not the one in Greece, but the same name. Suddenly I froze. "There's no way. Is there?" Hercules said startled. "It has to be a coincidence. They were named many years apart "

Lane followed, though he looked far less affected by any of this. Dinner started in silence. The kind that wasn't peaceful. The kind that made every small sound feel louder—the clink of cutlery, the scrape of chairs, the quiet exhale Mia didn't realise she'd made. "So," Cindy said brightly, trying again. "Mia, I thought tomorrow I could show you around town. It's small, but it's got charm." Mia nodded politely. "Sure." "There's a café, a few shops, a lake not too far—"

They met where the river bent and the grass took on the color of new coin Mercy Bend, the settlers called it now, and the name fit: a place with room enough for apologies and the slow work of forgiveness. Dawn had turned the plain into a sheet of trembling gold; the Living City behind them breathed in quiet waves, vines uncoiling like the arms of something waking from a long sleep.

Somewhere out there, Sorin waits, hunting me with a patience that terrifies me more than outright aggression. A soft crackle draws my attention back to the hearth. The embers have shifted, sending a small shower of sparks up the chimney. But there's something else—a soft glow that isn't just firelight. I move closer, drawn by curiosity and the inexplicable feeling that I'm not alone.

The morning broke with a brittle chill, the kind of cold that settled deep beneath the skin and made every breath sharp and fleeting. Frost coated the pine needles and the earth, glittering faintly under the pale light of a winter sun struggling to rise. I stood at the edge of Ashfang camp, my wolf Nyx restless beneath the surface, sensing the tension that clung to the forest like a suffocating shroud. Ahead of me stretched the wild, tangled maze of Frostwillow — a land both beautiful and dangerous, where twisted trees loomed like dark sentinels and ancient shadows whispered of things best left forgotten.

I frowned and asked in a low voice, "Lucas… do you think they're right too?" The only answer I received was silence. So this was how Lucas truly saw me. We had suffered and struggled together to reach this point, yet in the end, he still believed the wildflowers by the roadside were fresher and sweeter. Suddenly, a violent force slammed into me. I crashed heavily onto the ground, my forehead striking the edge of the doorframe. Blood instantly poured down my face. Lucas instinctively moved toward me as if to help, but Lucy appeared frightened by the blood on my face and grabbed tightly onto his sleeve.

My teammates were nice and that was the first good thing I encountered for the day. The girl with the curly blonde hair was Stacey Harrington. She is cheerful. Unlike me, she is very talkative. Talkative friends are a gift for people like me because they are a great help when expressing my ideas. Another girl was Phoebe Hawthorne. She was not that open but seemed cute and innocent. Her short hair suited her. Jake Sherwood is the big built guy in our team. He looks a bit rough and frightening but once he starts to talk he is cheerful and kind. Last but not least is the guy who is the centre of attention of most girls in the hall. Chris Summerville, a playful character with all the eyecatching

“Business doesn’t wait for sentiment.” Then he’s gone, leaving the door open and the past with it. One Hour Later – Hills Mansion The last time I stood in here, one daughter crashed the party—and the other shattered my thoughts. Since then, I’ve thought of them more than I’d admit. The younger one—chaotic, awkward. The older one—grace carved into flesh. Ashley Hills. Even her name sounds expensive. I googled her. Successful. Elegant. Senior editor. Face of more than one luxury brand.

I left without waiting for her reply. I ran to the nearest hill point. I sat down on a bench and gasped for air. While taking long breaths, Georges' Voice echoed in my mind, "Who's your first love?" Clouds started thundering, indicating the heavy rainfall that's going to occur. But my mind was too busy to notice that warning, as it's busy reminiscing about the past. The past that holds both good and bad memories. A loud thunder followed by lightening, brought back all memories which I buried deep down in my heart.