Good Fall Reads Novels & Stories

Roy nodded absentmindedly, vision frolicking over the shelves with beginners interest. "Want to check out some books? Let me help you." Jeremy swayed in the direction of a random shelf with a bar hanging―Japanese Fiction written in caps. Jeremy pulled out a white and black designed tiny, thin book from the compactly stocked shelf and waved it at Roy. Roy saw Jeremy coming over with a book and caught it's cover design. A simplistic art with profound hidden meaning. The name 'Birthday Girl' conveyed a sense of aesthetic complexity. "This is a thriller short story by Murakami Sensei. He is a widely known novelist across the globe. His every work is phenomenal." Jeremy said, voice dripping with

Now that I think about it, he probably had a reason to be that confident. While I was still deep in thought, Natalie hugged him and said, "I swear I'll divorce Felix once I find him just to marry you!" 'But you won't be able to find me anymore,' I thought wryly. My corpse was fished out by Natalie's subordinate and thrown into the trash. I watched as starving stray dogs devoured my body piece by piece. There was no way I could come back to life and divorce her, no matter how much I wanted to.

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.

Jack The park looks different in the fall. Quieter. Golden, like it knows things are changing and doesn't mind. Leaves drift down in lazy spirals, covering the paths in copper and amber. The wind is cool, not sharp; it's just enough to make me zip my jacket halfway and pull Cami's hoodie up when she forgets to.

I raised a brow at his choice of reading. “Need a refresher? Weren’t you there?” I said playfully, he grinned. “Sometimes I enjoy reading fiction'' Verity `` the chuckle from him causing my stomach to flip. His arm reached out and his fingertips circled between my shoulder blades, the motion soothing, I felt my muscles relax under his touch. I leaned into his side and sighed, feeling very sated. He laughed, jostling my head. “I take it someone is satisfied?” His glowing eyes bored into mine, and they seemed even brighter. I blushed and grinned.

She knew that it was strange, but it brought her great joy. “And you go here, little man,” she said to a copy of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, “my but you sure have been read a lot. You’re almost falling apart!” Amelia giggled to herself thinking what would the people say if they knew that I spoke to books? She closed her eyes as soon as she smelt the sweet smell of cinnamon… Jax was near. Amelia made her way back to the front of the library in time to catch him almost leaving.

Tasha ran around the room reading the notes. "Just give it back." She finally managed to catch up and snatched it. "So? when are you going to upload that?" Her best friend asked. "Upload what? I'm not uploading it anywhere." "But why?" "Cause I'm very comfortable with my genre." "Why? What's bad with romance genre?" "I'm not good at it." "But I liked it." "Whatever! Let's forget about this one and focus on my current book, please? We're getting late." "Fine, but promise me that I'll get to read that when you complete it."

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

“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.”

Back then, there was no pain, no heartbreak, no grief… just pure, simple happiness. Suddenly, I realized I could no longer feel the rain hitting my body, even though it was still pouring down. I looked up and saw a black umbrella shielding me from the downpour. I turned around to see who was holding it. Standing there was a man dressed entirely in black. I stared into his eyes—deep, coal-black eyes that looked dull and lifeless. He stared back at me just as intensely. There was something mesmerizing about them, like a black diamond that held a strange kind of beauty despite its dullness.