In America Novel Novels & Stories

"I did not tell you because I did not want to raise your hopes if what you might have wanted to be does not happen." "What do you mean?" "Adina, I visited some places around the US to find out about Islam." "Really, but why didn't you tell me. I could have recommended some scholars you could visit to ask questions about Islam," I say, feeling so happy he is interested in Islam. "I know, but I did not want to raise your hopes high about me becoming a Muslim because I was curious about Islam." "Oh, but did you find the answers you were looking for?" "I did, my love. I really wanted to understand why a religion you love so much will stop you from being with the one you love".

Ava’s POV Sleep was a stranger that night. I had tossed and turned until the moon itself had traveled halfway across the sky, the glow through my curtains mocking my exhaustion. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, as though aware of my turmoil but refusing to share its calm with me. Every breath in the dark felt stifling, every thought circling back to Diego, to Sage, to the chains of my family’s expectations. I finally pushed the covers off with a sigh and padded to my balcony doors. The air outside was cool and heavy with the faint scent of rain. The courtyard below looked peaceful, but peace was the last thing inside me.

"Go." He stands. His legs are unsteady. He has to brace himself against the wall to keep from falling. For a moment, he just looks at me—this broken, bleeding, burning woman in the corner of a dungeon cell. His face is a mask of grief and guilt and something that looks like love. Then he turns. He walks to the door. He doesn't look back. The door closes. The lock turns. And I am alone with the fire and the darkness and the terrible, burning knowledge that the man who saved my life as a child just poisoned me to save his own.

Once upon a time, Luna, a young adventurer with a thirst for new experiences, set her sights on a journey to the United States of America. With a backpack filled with dreams and a heart brimming with excitement, she embarked on an unforgettable adventure across the vast lands of America. Luna's first destination was New York City, the vibrant metropolis that never slept. As she stepped foot in Times Square, the dazzling lights and bustling energy of the city enveloped her. She wandered through the iconic Central Park, lost in its natural beauty amidst the urban jungle.

America would be so proud of me as well. After America’s burial, I sat alone in the room with her sketchbook over the dresser as it rests there with the mason jar. I pulled myself up and I was reminded about America’s note that I haven’t read yet. She told me to only read it when I am feeling down and now would be the perfect time for it. I pulled it out from the drawer where I secured it and finally read it for the first time. America Pingries 42nd Street Blue Mockingbird Drive, North Carolina

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

Chapter 03 Francesca's POV. America was... Different. It wasn't until the airplane touched down that I realized I didn't know a single place in this country. Nor a single person that I could stay with. I'd long left the airport and now I was out on the streets of New York, with nowhere to go.

, I replied, putting America’s mind at rest. I came out of the car and opened the booth, bringing out my bag, and America collected it from me, suddenly insisting that she would carry it inside. I had no energy to argue and allowed America to do her thing. The house was clean and quiet when I came in, and I went straight to my room to freshen up. I felt sticky from the whole journey and needed to shower. America dropped the bag in the room and left me. I entered the bathroom and had my bath. I came out, cleaned myself and picked a comfortable dress. I brought my phone and called Violet.

TWO MONTHS LATER Stella decided to return back to America after she felt that she will be able to face David. She called her secretary to prepare for her arrival. She returned to the States in the morning to see her secretary and her chauffeur waiting for her. Immediately they saw they went for her luggages. "Is good to be back home." She said after she sat in the car and turned to her secretary. "Welcome back Ma'am. I hope you enjoyed yourself overseas and the company is going on well, everything is intact there has been no problem since you left." She said knowing the reason why Stella turned to her. "Thank you Jane. Thank you once again for taking care of the company in my absence. Remind

, he tells with a mix of assurance in his voice along with the doubt “ I want to know about that girl right now because it's very important for me to get rid of this book”, I asked him And no sooner I asked him about the address of the girl he took out a newspaper from his shelf and started finding her address which was printed in a newspaper and no sooner I got the address of the girl who got rid of this book after which I came to know that the girl exist or stays in America and that I am must have to travel to the USA in order to meet her as early as possible