Juniper Hill Novels & Stories

If it was Julian, then things might go differently. “Well, well. Mr. Hill. Didn’t expect to see you here,” Julian drawled when he finally got a good look at the man. Mr. Hill smirked, though his gaze kept wandering back to the unconscious girl. He licked his lips like he was starving. “Since we know each other, let’s not make this complicated. That girl’s mine. Hand her over.” “Yours?” Julian’s brows lifted. At Hill’s age, he could’ve been her grandfather. His tone turned sharp, mocking. “How exactly do you prove that? She’s passed out, and you…”

“The closer we get, the stronger it will become.” They crested a small rise and came upon Hollow Hill—a place that should have felt like any other hill in the forest, but instead felt like an altar, an ancient gathering place for things long forgotten. The ground beneath their feet was uneven, disturbed by the weight of years and centuries of secrecy. Clara could almost feel the hum of the past, the whispers of long-lost rituals echoing faintly on the wind.

I get lost trying to find my way back to the bedroom after showering, irrationally nervous that the mustached man on the painting will steal my maidenhood, and I finally return to see that someone has left a gift. On the painted white nightstand, in a small mason jar, is a gift left just for me. Red honey, filled to the brim, and the lid is tied with a patterned bow. My name is painted onto it, in black, and there’s a note next to it. With one hand I try to keep my wet hair out of the way while I read the note. Honey for my honey. I turned as red as the contents in the jar, threw the note to the ground, and grabbed it. He won’t know if I drink it, I can drink it and say nothing. Nothing!

If she hadn't been at home, she wouldn't have been able to do any of these things. She then imagined the Hills, an isolated mountain range that spanned from East Kinland to Mbulachieve, a site of towering pines and jagged bluffs as well as clean, sparkling streams and lakes. She then closed her eyes and continued to image the Hills. Inhabitants of the Hills included buffalo, mountain goats, bighorn sheep, elk, and white-tailed deer, making it an ideal environment for werewolves to hunt. The Hills were a paradise for werewolves. The fact that there were miles upon miles of open space where she could run to her heart's delight was an additional benefit.

ZION Our house was located in a very secluded area of town. From the outside it had a scary appearance due to the black and grey exterior. Large black gates stood firm at the entrance of the cobblestone driveway to stop unwanted guests from trespassing. There were tall trees all over the yard that had a lack of leaves on them since it was autumn. The back yard was basically a huge field with dry, brownish grass. There was no way anyone could see anything that happened in our massive backyard because of how high the stone fencing was. It was why my father bought this particular house in the first place.

“Selie…let’s visit the Sunny Hill a little bit….I want to clear my mind for a short while…” “Understood, Sir…”.(Lieutenant Colonel Selie) Sunny Hill, is a a small hill close to the Georgina city, it isn’t too tall, nor steep, a hill just at a good height that it enable the visitors of the city to take a scenic view of Georgina City, and It is also close enough to the city just 10 minutes or so to get there. The hill, is a home to many nobles vacation mansion, thanks to it’s fresh air and good views. But ever since I took over, this Hill has slowly being transformed into a public recreational park, people can come here to spend their weekend, went hiking or just go on a run or something, a hi

The dishes were specially crafted for Valentine's Day, looking exquisite and tasting delicious. Unfortunately, with the two little children, they couldn't have a private romantic evening. Thaddeus poured a glass of red wine and pushed it toward Jessamine. "Eat up. After we eat, we’ll go to Juniper Summit to see the night view of Zenville," he said. Jessamine was reminded of some memories after he said that. It was said that Juniper Summit was the perfect spot to see the night view of Zenville. Many tourists to Zenville climbed up just to see the view of twinkling neon lights.

Beatrix: The following day felt surreal. The morning mist that usually brought me comfort seemed heavier, colder, as if reflecting the storm brewing inside me. I sat in the little garden of my temporary room at Uncle Peter’s resort, staring at the mountains in the distance. They’d always felt unchanging, eternal. Now, even they felt uncertain. I couldn’t stop thinking about last night—Sebastian’s anguished confession, Adam’s calm determination, and the shocking revelation about the arrangement. Every moment felt like a piece of a puzzle I was too scared to finish.

Reverend Joseph Hill’s church wasn't in a city. It wasn't even in a town. It was a small, white-clapboard building at the end of a gravel lane, nestled in a valley of apple orchards in eastern Washington. "New Canaan Fellowship," the sign read. "All Are Welcome." The air smelled of ripe apples and cut grass. Peace so profound it felt like a trap. I parked the grey sedan under a gnarled oak, the thermite stones and the obsidian a hidden weight in my bag. I wore the clean, anonymous clothes the FBI had provided, but I felt like I was wearing my mother’s ghost.

I must win back her love. A few minutes passed; they had arrived at a location. A villa surrounded by high fences overgrown with jasmine flowers. Julian crawled through a gap beneath the wooden fence, his breath coming in gasps, dust soiling his face which had once always been perfectly groomed. There, in the middle of a tranquil garden, he saw a sight that made his world seem to stop spinning.