Heartland Library Novels & Stories

He swept her into his arms and rushed away without looking back. The crowd's stares seared my skin. I forced myself upright, my knees trembling so violently I could hardly stand. … Back home, I headed straight for Ryan's study. I keyed in Olivia's birthday and heard the safe click open. I braced myself for whatever I might uncover. To my surprise, I felt nothing at all. Inside, there were no treasures, just a single document. I pulled it out. Even after everything that had happened, seeing the proof with my own eyes still made my chest tighten, as if an old wound had been torn open again.

The Rancher's Heart Copyright © InamorataFeels 2022 This novel is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental Blurb: Looking to get over a betrayal and layoff, Everest Prue Camara goes to the small town of Lucerne-Alpane County to find recluse, and hopefully, discover a new passion. When fate puts her up as a neighbour with a single father, Everest is determined to not fall for the handsome rancher. Especially not when his six-year-old had wormed her way up her heart already.

Logan clicked the remote, and suddenly, a transparent, glowing orb appeared in the middle of the city. It looked almost like something from an anime or a sci-fi film, as if a force field had enclosed the entire city. Inside the orb, images began to form—buildings, shops, schools, streets. The city's history slowly unfolded in front of their eyes. First, thirty years ago, then twenty years ago, ten years ago, and finally, present-day Ashenford. The city's rapid development played out before them, evoking memories of the past and leaving everyone in awe.

the assistant replied. His assistant handed him the donation agreement that I had signed. Joseph did not take it. He turned his face away, and his shoulders trembled violently. Despair radiated from him. Yvette felt extremely happy inside after confirming that I was dead. However, she felt furious about receiving my heart.

This was what it meant to look at someone like they were trash. I had spent the last seven years lying to myself. What an idiot I had been. When the nurse called for her, that woman walked forward with determination in her steps. "I'm going in. I'm not taking any chances. Not when that man's child might still be inside me." A heartbroken Zachary kissed the top of her head. "I'll wait for you. Be brave." She had just dismissed what might have been my unborn child like it meant nothing. That wordless cruelty poisoned the last of my hope, shriveling it up until nothing remained.

During a drought you can ask the ferns to summon the rain. The next day I head into town to visit the Meaford public library to do some research. I drive through town, as usual, it doesn’t look like anything new has happened. The quiet town life is one of the reasons why my family stays here. The library is in the downtown core, which is usually filed with life. People are sitting on benches and walking their dogs. The restaurants are busy with people getting their coffees for work.

It was his way of feeling that he was in the position to help people; children. But today... Just today, he didn't feel like mingling. He didn't feel like being with other people. He just wanted to lie in bed and wake up to the morning sun. That was enough. He sat in his limo and tried not to think about anything. He could at least try and relax. Henry sped along the windy road to the fundraiser that was held at a different place every year. This time it was somewhere in Felicity, on the other side of town.

his fingers trace idle patterns on her hip while he waits for her answer, content just to hold her like this while she relaxes against him. “Ohhh, a detective novel,” Harper said playfully and her gaze roamed over the book cover for the novel ‘The orphanage by the Lake’ by Daniel G. Miller. The title is written in large white capital letters at the top of the cover, where ‘ORPHANAGE’ and ‘LAKE’ appears in larger font. The centre of the cover features a large, old mansion situated directly beside a lake. The mansion appears symmetrical, with multiple windows and several chimneys rising from the roof. One or two windows glows with warm yellow light, standing out against the otherwise dark buil

When Worlds Collide Tara pov I balanced the stack of returned books against my hip as I pushed through the glass doors of the Silver Creek Public Library, breathing in the crisp evening air. My shift had run late—Mrs. Patterson had needed help reorganizing the children's section after a particularly enthusiastic story time—but I didn't mind. The library had become my sanctuary, a place where I could lose myself in other people's stories and forget, for a few hours, the chapters of my own life I would rather not remember.

Shaking my head, I said, "Alpha Matthew, could you please drop me off at the library? I want to borrow some books. Thank you." The car turned left into a wide avenue. The sunlight filtered through the shade of the trees, and when I looked up, I felt everything was full of hope again. Soon, we arrived at the library. I got out of the car and expressed my gratitude to Matthew. He didn't say anything, just handed me a business card and drove away. I walked into the library. I suddenly remembered that this library was funded and donated by Matthew's Thorn Pack. I secretly marveled, no wonder it was built so magnificently, like a piece of architectural art.