Hold Back The River Book Novels & Stories

I think we need to make it to the river" we both rushed to the Nile moving zig-zag trying to avoid the flying spares being thrown at us. I noticed a little log of a freshly cut tree placed in the corner. I rolled it into the river. Ronia must have done this, I thought smiling faintly. Julibe waited, leaning by a tree as a shield. "I think we need to stay back," he said looking uncertain. "Isn't this the river that almost killed half of us while we were trying to enter the city?" he said Sensing his trouble, I said "It was the same river that took us through the city so it can also take us back" Though he tried to speak again I ignored him. "I got her pregnant she's my, she has my child I s

THE CODEX ASHES POV: Ceres, Xavier, Child Witness (Unnamed) The River Lira—Where the Flame First Sang The sky wore grey like silk, looking a little foggy. A soft wind moved through the high trees, rustling leaf and root alike, as if nature itself were holding its breath. The waters of the River Lira, once the silent witness to bloodlines and broken pacts, flowed smooth and unhurried—carrying the weight of things too sacred to speak aloud.

A footbridge, sure—but would that be enough against the merciless current swirling beneath us? As the group started rummaging through their packs for supplies, ideas bouncing around like snowflakes in a snowstorm, I felt an inexplicable pull toward the river. My heart hammered as I moved closer to the water's edge, kneeling to listen intently to its roar. There was something more than just raw power in this river—something haunting. I closed my eyes, shutting out the frantic rustle of my friends, and focused on the whispers carried by the wind. They felt like the last laments of those who had dared to face the river before us, souls caught in the icy grip of despair.

River said and Devren stepped out of the house but looked back at him. “No, I can't ever, that is I don’t care. B-blood is---” Devren tried to say and walk away but River held his arm and stopped him from going. “Can you just tell me what else do you need? I need to work on something!” Devren said. River could not answer him right away, River stayed silent while holding his arm and as he was about to speak a white vanquish Aston martin park suddenly in front of the house that made River lose grip on Devren’s arms.

And they did. Thank you for reading TO HAVE AND TO HOLD. I hope you’ve enjoyed the Brutal Vows series. If you missed any of the individual stories, you could start with NOW AND FOREVER, Dario and Catalina’s story. Then, TILL DEATH DO US PART, Alejandro and Mia’s story. BOUND BY A PROMISE, Dante and Camila’s story. Next, QUEENS AND MONSTERS, Reinaldo and Jasmine’s story. The final book of the series is TO HAVE AND TO HOLD. ~ Aleatha

On Thursday evening Ivy packs her bag and comes to find me in the library where River is in the bassinet beside my chair, awake and watching the ceiling, the gold eyes tracking something in their steady moving way. Ivy looks at River for a moment. "I will find what they removed," she says. "Whatever it was, whatever someone decided should not be preserved, I will find it and I will bring it back." "I know you will," I say. She crouches beside the bassinet. River's gold eyes find her face immediately, the way they always find whoever enters her radius, and Ivy puts one finger gently near River's hand. River grips it. "I am going to find out who you are," Ivy says to River quietly. "The full v

The crowd erupted in an uproar. Kenneth had not expected me to have a backup plan. He shouted angrily, "Don't believe her! She's a scheming woman who's always framing others!" "Really?" I shot back sarcastically. "The public isn't blind. Let them judge for themselves. Why are you getting so worked up all of a sudden?" As I spoke, I played the video on my phone. Burned once in my previous life, I had learned my lesson. This time around, I had befriended the banquet hall manager early on. Every move in the hall had been recorded from start to finish and downloaded onto my phone.

Olivia had spent the past few years at Ethan’s side, gentle and attentive. She took good care of the child and obeyed Ethan in everything. A woman like that seemed incapable of doing something so cruel. “This is ridiculous.” Ethan let out an icy snort and tossed the letter onto the desk. For some reason, the words in that letter clung to him like a thorn buried under his skin. He could not ignore them. Olivia had returned at the exact moment his company began to recover.

> “He wants to replace the river with silence.” > “To turn memory into a forest of mouths.” > “And your village is the last dam.” --- That night, Mira finds the old riverbook left by her grandmother. The pages are brittle, but one remains untouched by time — sealed with wax and pressed between dried leaves. She peels it open. A name stares up at her. One no one has dared speak since the river first turned black. “Asamando.” The name of the original river spirit. The one before Nana Esi. Before the River Witch.

My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.