Full Circle Novel Novels & Stories

A small crack in the window let the night breeze in, lifting her long hair and clearing her mind. Outside the neighborhood, a black Cullinan was parked. Moonlight spilled across the windshield, illuminating the man's sharply sculpted features. His presence was otherworldly, ethereal, as if even the moonlight served only as his adornment. As Adriana's car approached, he stepped out, long legs crossing gracefully, and waited. She hesitated, then parked. "Looking for me, Francesco?" "Here's the gift swapped by Bianca on New Year's Eve."

The thing that doesn't require acknowledgment because it has been happening long enough to be simply part of how they exist in the same space. Lily watches from the kitchen doorway. She has her notebook. The fifth one. She writes: This is the ending. Not because anything concluded. Because this is the image that completes the picture. Two people at a kitchen table. A page turned without being asked. The financial section. The November light. This is what the twenty-one nights became. This specific ordinary Tuesday-morning-on-a-Sunday moment. This is the full circle. This is the pause that's right. She closes the notebook.

A happy life. . . **** So these were the last three bonus chapters and an EPILOGUE. I hope you liked the story. Thank you so much for reading it and supporting it. The journey was indeed long, right? Thank you again for loving Hazel and Christian. If you want to read their youngest child's story, you can DM me on my I* for the adress. Their youngest child's story name is "that's my girl" but it's not on Goodnovel. It's a free book.

I don’t tell anyone where I’m going. I leave the inn at twilight, before the sun fully dies and the cold sets in. I don’t want the others here for this. Not Erik, not Aunt Cerelia, not even my mother. This is mine. A final warning to the ones who keep trying to shape me into something I never agreed to become. The Circle is waiting in the courtyard behind the old church. The one that hasn’t held prayers in a hundred years. They like quiet places. Forgotten places. They think it gives them power. An aura of mystery and some kind of psychic power.

“The doctor did a great job, didn’t he?” Valerie looked at her reflection in the mirror on the wall, her fingers gently tracing over her new features. She did not recognize the stranger who stared back. Her old face, her old life, was all gone now, replaced by someone new and better. Valerie had been reborn. Not just by looks that were strikingly beautiful, but even her soul had shifted. It hungered only for vengeance and she would be sure to get it. “I can hardly believe that the person in my reflection is me,” she muttered, turning to face Juan.

Who the hell am I going to give that manual to? Reap System: Rewards: Eclipsing Shadow Manual. Teaches the art of slipping through dimensional cracks. Also, contains the formation to build the Star Palace. It fell after the Reaper Palace Prince Ren. About 30 years later or so. "Haaa, need another disciple. How in the hell.. am.. I.." Ren's voice trailed off as his eyes rolled over. His cultivation bursting free but was kept under control by Reap. 'What the hell!' "Master Ren!" Zia and Felicity cried. Jackson and Melinda stared in shock but sent their senses to make sure Ren was ok. He was but his soul was to powerful and pushed them away.

In the seats behind the driver and Sarah was Harold and someone who was bound to make his next two years in Golden Lake University more miserable; Maximus (or Max for short). Max was Sarah's own child, a year younger than Harold and one of Golden Lake's new intake. Harold had barely survived the previous session and Max butting into his school life the way he had in all spheres of Harold's life in the past, meant this school year was going to be terrible. Harold couldn't wait to ditch him if only to keep his reputation — or lack of one; good or bad, safe. “They said a meeting will be held with first years like me after which we'll be taken on a tour round the school,” Max started, barely abl

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

she responded, pulling out her own books from her tote bag. “Exactly. I ain’t that stupid.” I murmured. ‘Or am I?’ Soon, my thoughts wandered. My eyes were on the novel but I just couldn’t pay attention to it. All I could think of was the dream I had about him. ‘You need to come off this, Elena!’ I yelled in my head, putting in all mental strength into focusing on my novel. Then I realized this novel kind of explained the dynamics between Mr. Richard and I. Jericho Barrons, older, enigmatic, and ruthlessly protective, becomes entangled with MacKayla Lane as she’s thrust into a dangerous supernatural world.

​"The best way to finish a story is to let it become a life." ​Damian took my hand, and for the first time in our lives, we didn't feel the weight of a Thorne or a Vance. We felt the simple, unscripted warmth of being human. The Pacific was healed, the debt was paid, and the first chapter of the "Second Edition" of humanity had just been born.