Juniper Books Novels & Stories

Juniper nodded her head after hearing Selena’s suggestion. The story was called ‘Me and My Dad’, and it was written in three installments that were split into three books. The plot revolved around a little dinosaur by the name of Rory and his father. In fact, these storybooks were a gift from her colleague who didn’t know that Selena was a single mother. Thus, she had never chosen them to read for Juniper because she was afraid that the child would ask difficult questions, which she might not know how to answer.

// A/N The Juniper Game is a book by Sherryl Jordan that I read when I was in middle school and I still love it today, check it out! **I want to apologize if I upset anyone with the true life things I have added to my book, I understand that mass extinction of any kind is not a matter to be exploited and I hope that is not how it comes across. WIFI NOTE: No worries! I have taken such huge steps with this book thanks in part to all the amazing support I recieve from readers I am NOW officaly a small business with badass WIFI, thank you all for sticking through it with me, cheers to no more WIFI blackouts! and Happy Reading <3

They’d stayed there until they’d gotten older then returned to be closer to the grandparents. When they’d arrived they’d sought permission from Emily’s dad then opened up a bookstore that doubled as a library. That’s the business they’d run in their old pack as well. So Juniper being new and shy spent her days holed up in the store surrounded by books. It just so happened that Emily was an avid reader and loved books just as much as Juniper obviously did.

JUNIPER. ‘He was mine, and I was. Our worlds were different, but somehow it managed to collide, and together. We formed something so beautiful...’ I snapped the book shut, feeling the air whooshed out of me. I have finally completed the romance novel that Cleo brought for me in order not to be bored.

Juniper The change was subtle. So subtle that most people wouldn’t have noticed it. But Juniper did. She noticed it in the numbers first. Not the surface reports—the ones designed to reassure, to stabilize, to present control where there might be none. No. She noticed it beneath that. In the rhythm. In the way projections shifted by margins too precise to be accidental. In the way delays appeared—not chaotic, not disruptive—but… placed. Measured. Intentional. Juniper stood by the glass wall of her office, the city stretched beneath her like a living system she had already mapped.

The fact that Juniper was reminding me over and over again that I had to tell him goodbye before I left was making me get my hopes up, like I would be leaving soon, like some sort of miracle was going to happen and I was going to be able to go home although I had no idea how. “I want to tell you something” Juniper said and I hitched closer to him. Since meeting Juniper, he had filled me in on all the things I needed to know, things I was curious about he had provided information for them all. He was like a human information encyclopedia and I liked it. If he was waiting to tell me something, it had to be important and something told me that it had to do with Jonathan. It was only things that

"Every second you are in there, I will be waiting. If I hear you scream, Juniper... I don't care about the crown. I will come for you." "I won't scream," Juniper promises, though she isn't sure she can keep it. She spends the rest of the night in the greenhouse. She isn't just gardening. She is gathering. She picks wolf-bane, stinging nettle, and a rare root that causes temporary blindness if crushed. She may not have claws. She may not have teeth. But she is an herbalist. And in the Iron-Wood, knowledge is just as sharp as any wolf’s fang.