Good Fall Books Novels & Stories

*** Note from the Author: This novel has dark, forced sexual elements, brutality and raw demonic aggression. Please read with caution this is a dark erotica tale. Some elements could be triggering for some. *** “He’s like a king living up on that hill.” Udora remarked to me in a hushed voice. Living in WitchFall Fortress on that hill. Guarding the WitchFall dungeons. I thought bitterly. Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away.

I smiled and hurriedly walked up to her but as promised, I didn't touch her. " What book are you reading ?" I asked. She remained mute, instead, showed me the book titled " The Werewolf History " it read. I was surprised that she was into stuff like that, even as a werewolf, books like that bore me to my bones. One would be considered insane if such a book catches his or her interest. " Now that you are here, I want to hear it from your mouth since you are a werewolf and would probably know stuff like this. I don't understand what this book is saying " she said, of course, she wouldn't.

Inside was a faded photo of Natalie, age five, grinning with a missing tooth. She held it out. Natalie didn’t take it. But she looked at it. Really looked. Then she walked back into the shelter, not saying another word. Meekey stood alone in the alley, hands shaking, the cold air slicing through her. She didn’t know what would happen next. But for the first time in fourteen years, it didn’t feel like the end. It felt like a beginning.

Then he stormed out of my office. ... The next day, I found several critical files deleted from my computer, and the Recycle Bin emptied. These were proposals for major clients, each one taking great chunks of my time and energy. Worse, one of them was the entry I'd prepared for the International Advertising Festival. That award meant a lot to me. I immediately went to the IT department for help in recovering the files. After checking, a technician told me the files had been deleted manually at around 11 PM the previous night.

“How are you feeling?” “Better. Much better.” “Good. That’s good.” She held out the basket. “I brought you some things. Tea. Honey. That organic granola you like from the place in Brooklyn. And some books I thought you might enjoy.” I took the basket, surprised by the thoughtfulness. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do this.”

She didn’t even notice when she got so cold. “I see you prefer to shop in large quantities,” Yuna looked at the stack of books with a malicious glance. “We don’t have Simmons in the store, but we have a couple of books in stock: “Prayers to the Broken Stone” and “The Fall of Hyperion.” — “Hyperion” is not particularly interesting to me, but I would buy a collection of his stories. - Okay, I’ll call tomorrow and order delivery - it’s too late today. They probably dumped everything. And I'm closing in about twenty minutes. If you don't have plans, then let's go home together.

The new intern had a habit of calling my husband "Daddy." "Daddy, I am having the worst luck today. Could you please go buy me some feminine products?" "Daddy, I cannot get the zipper on my dress unstuck. Can you help me?" "Daddy, why do you not have my hair tie around your wrist? I think you deserve a punishment. Wear two. Pink ones, okay?" I frowned as irritation simmered beneath the surface. My husband waved it off with a casual smile. "She is just being playful. Do not take it seriously. She is young and enjoying the novelty. She will get over it soon enough." I said nothing. I waited until the night of the company’s annual gala. She suddenly stumbled in front of everyone and fe

said Jacob who was impatient. “Okay, but looks like we have to change our clothes first. If we wear clothes like this, everyone will notice us," said Zoya. "Hmm, you have a point too. Well, let's go to the clothing store first," said Jacob as he stood up from his seat. "Let me see what's in the bag we carry," Zoya said as she opened the black bag she brought from the future. “Wow, a lot of money is given by Professor Alex. With this money I can buy a beautiful dress, hehehe..." Zoya said when she saw the several thousand dollars stored in her bag.

There were only a couple of other kids that chose to read over the computers. I browsed the bookshelf searching for a book to read, my step-father set fire to all my books in the wheel barrow when he first moved in with us. I picked a book up from the shelf, my father had bought me it before he died, I was surprised to see it in a school library. The Darkest Minds. I found my way over to a comfy seat in the corner of the room. Fishing out my glasses from my bag I made sure no one was looking before I put them on. "Hey." A boy interupted me three chapters in. "I'm Aaron." Peeking up from behind my book I saw a guy staring at me with a huge grin on his face. I had no idea how long he had been

Restricted Archives. The sign should have been enough to stop me.It wasn’t.I descended. The temperature dropped with every step, until the air itself felt sealed away from the rest of the world. At the bottom, a single table sat beneath a flickering torch, covered in books that looked older than anything I had ever seen. One title stood out. The Fall of the Shadow Queens. My breath slowed as I opened it.The pages were fragile, the ink faded but still legible.Illustrations showed figures surrounded by living darkness, not casting shadows but commanding them as extensions of themselves.