Group Favorite Novels & Stories

"Listen, very well, nerdy girl, you dare question my statement. This should be the last time you speak back to me." I warned her before I left to join friends in whatever they were doing. Justin, Noah, and Dan were sitting in the car, each of them holding up a phone, likely checking out the most recent F******k activity. "Guys, heard there is a new guy in town. Rumour has it that he is freaking rich" One thing about my friends; they know how to easily get the latest information in Brooklyn. "Yeah, I heard he might show up in Dreamville, but we're not sure yet." I got tired of the chatter and hopped in the backseat.

Emmy giggled, remembering her chance encounter with her sugar daddy. William chuckled softly. "Yeah, it’s really rare for a pretty girl to want to treat me and take me home. You’re not like everyone else, Baby!" Then he added, "By the way, I already checked the artists who’ll be performing at Berlin’s town square this weekend. Do you like Coldplay?" "What?! I love them so much, Brother! I’ve been a huge fan of that boy band since forever. Are they really performing tomorrow? The tickets must be expensive, right?" Emmy rambled excitedly.

I was tricked into leaving the pack by Raeya Wargan. She told me the Moonbeam Grass that one of my dads, Aidan Rafe, needed could only be found deep within the forest. "If you pick the Moonbeam Grass yourself and give it to him, he'll surely love you again!" I wanted Aidan's love so badly that, even knowing how dangerous the forest was, I followed her without hesitation. But I never expected her hatred for me to run that deep.

Later that afternoon, we gathered again an unplanned meeting drawn together by instinct rather than urgency. Alex had that look he got when patterns started forming. “There’s chatter,” he said. “Low-level, private forums. People dissecting your case in ways that aren’t public-facing.” My stomach tightened. “What kind of people?” “The kind who think proximity to notoriety equals relevance,” he replied. “Conspiracy enthusiasts. Armchair analysts.” Dominic frowned. “Any threats?” “Not yet,” Alex said. “But curiosity can turn invasive fast.” I leaned back, exhaling slowly. “I refuse to let strangers turn me into a spectacle.”

"What are you thinking about?" What was I thinking about? Seawater flooding my lungs. Steel-toed boots slamming into my abdomen until the life inside me became a pool of blood… My fingers dug into my palms, nails biting deep into flesh. I forced the memory down and managed a smile. "I'm severely allergic to caviar. I absolutely cannot have it. However, you can add plenty of truffles. I love the aroma." A flash of something sharp flickered in Giulia's eyes. "Of course," she said sweetly. "I'll make sure everything is perfect."

And his fanclub will help me with that. As a celebrity, I am very familiar with the concept of fanclubs and groupies. No matter how amazing or how talented you are, if the public doesn't adore you, you won't make it in this business. I owe my fame and success to the people who have shown me their unwavering support. I swear, you can't find a more loyal or enthusiastic group of people. And shepherding this faithful congregation is a very special young elf named Sirel Healey.

She nodded her head as she pulled away from the hug. I then rested my chin on Lucy’s shoulder, bringing my face so close to theirs. "How about Uncle Adan? Was I replaced as your favorite?" Amara giggled before she cupped my face and pecked my nose. "You’re both my favorites now, but don’t tell Uncle Sebastian and Aunt Jenny, or Uncle Caleb and Aunt Anya, because I told them they’re my favorites." I laughed heartily as Lucy softly pinched her nose. "Then it’s our little secret, but did you know you’re allowed to have as many favorites as you can because, despite being small, our hearts expand to allow more people in them?"

When I was fifteen, my father brought home the daughter of the man who had once saved his life. He told me, "Stella, Hazel is your sister now. You need to be more understanding with her." From that day on, everything I had became something my father could freely give to Hazel. I cried and asked him if he no longer loved me. But he stroked my head and reassured me, "I am only doing this to repay a debt. Don't worry. I'll leave all my assets and the company to you." It was not until I graduated from college that I happened to overhear Hazel sweet-talking my father. "Dad, I like Julian. Could you get Stella to break off her engagement with him and let me have him? "Besides, Stella didn't

Its handle is strapped with the end of a pool noodle. I can’t say I was too fond of that brochure. Browsing children as simply as you would a new vacuum cleaner or pair of Sunday trousers. “I did,” “Great, makes it a lot easier for everyone if you know a couple of names,” We step through. She stops quickly. “Lily recommended us, didn’t she?” “Yes, that’s right.” It seems to be the place for lonely singles. I can’t say that. It sounds awfully predatorial.

My half-brother, Jim Sullivan, pushed me down a snowy mountain, leaving me with a fractured spine. My mom, Doris Moore, and my wife, Julia Stone, rushed me to the hospital in a panic. Later, they learned that I might be permanently paralyzed. To put my mind at ease, Julia held up a ring and swore that she would take care of me for the rest of my life. Mom also cut ties with Jim, saying she would make him pay for what he had done. They told me Jim fell off a cliff while trying to escape, and they never found his body. I believed them. That was until three years into my marriage, a friend sent me a video. In the footage, Jim, who was supposed to be dead, was holding a child in his left