Juniper Hill Novels & Stories

After three hours, I drove over to Julia’s house to pick her up and we head for the venue. I drove through the scenic highway until the majestic Ramapo Mountains came into view. It took our breath away. “Wow! This place is so ethereal. I wish I would meet my Prince Charming here!” Julia gasped, unable to contain her excitement at seeing the pristine 18-hole golf course nestled in the heart of the Hudson Valley, far ahead. I smiled. “And what if you do?” “I’ll treat you, girl!” She grinned with excitement. “Done! I’ll pray for you then.” We chuckled when I froze at the sight of Drake’s car speeding ahead of us.

He breathed the possessiveness at Aaron's eyes, which rolled to his brother, Jasper. "Where did you sleep yesterday?" Asked Aaron. "With Buck." At last, everyone reached the top of the hill after a long walk. "Wow!" Jasper wondered as soon as he got a flash of that waterfall mountain view. He drifted from Aaron and headed to the barrier, fixing his exclaimed eyes on that plentiful waterfall. Capturing the advantage, Kaisen dragged Aaron aside, distracted, "There are wild bears too!" Aaron, seemingly confused, couldn't find the bears that Kaisen was pointing out. "Where?" He asked, browsing the spot he was highlighting.

The event community decides to hold the festival at the top of the hill not far from the field location. The top of the hill is actually used to be an attraction to the tourist since it can access the view of the town and the field. Not only that, but the hills are also full of a bluebells flower that growing evenly on the ground. They finish their meeting after lunchtime and then Hai Rin rushes back to his resort. She worried that Richard would feel bored in the room. As she opens the door, she sees Richard was in the middle of the conference meeting with his laptop in front of him.

I felt an instant urge to go to that hilltop. “Tomorrow morning, let’s ride up to that hill,” I told Nisim. He agreed. To our far right, that was, to the western end of the colony there was another small hill – Nisim said that it was called Sarania Hills. The perfectly round shaped, tangerine sun was gently hiding itself behind that hill. With the bright brownish yellow sky at the backdrop, it looked beautiful. Breath-taking!

Renata said, punching Kendra’s shoulder. We finally got it together and our little group made our way to the lake. There were lights set up with tables of food and a DJ was playing. This was the first actual party that I’d ever been to at Hollow Hill. Sometimes I’d leave my bedroom window open and listen from afar. Dream that a male would ask me to dance. Dream that we’d have a romantic walk in the woods and look at the stars. Just then a slow song came on and Nate’s arms came around me.

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!

The old man said calmly, “If I wanted to kill you, I would have left you in that cold snowy mountain. But luckily boy, I quite like you.” "Where is this?" Hector asked, ignoring the old man's clichés, "I don't remember anything since I lost consciousness at the top of Hill, how could an old man like you take me and my friends to a place like this?" .” “Hector Sparker right? This is inside Hill Mountain, known as the heart of Hill Mountain. This is the warmest place you need to find.” “You really are scary!” Hector still stood in front of Mathew to protect his friend “How do you know my name, have you and I met before? No, as far as I know, there is no one like you in Hill Village.”

*** The sun was high in the sky when Jasper finally reached the site of the attack. It was the first time he'd seen anything outside of the mountains since the his dad was alive. The ground was mostly flat, covered with grass and dirt. There were trees dotted here and there, but most of them were bare or had lost their leaves. The hills were too far off to see. All in all, it was a very pleasant day to take a walk. He was surprised to see people mourning about on top of the hill. They were dressed in black and held each other as they cried.

Where everyone was consoling Ruth to confront Zen and end this uncomfortable silence once and for all. On the other hand, Kriss was looking for Juniper. She was nowhere to be found. After searching a lot, he finally found her at the rooftop, staring at the malicious country before her. A cold breeze was flowing, she was hugging her sides, having a strong nostalgia because this menace reminded her of her home. This was not new at all to her. “What are you doing here, Juniper?” Kriss’ voice came, breaking her rhythm, enhancing her breath when she could feel behind her.

The Swiss Alps. The Ridge. Sunrise. 06:00 AM. The storm had passed. The rising sun painted the snow-capped peaks in gold and crimson. The Genesis Sanitarium was silent. Its lower levels were now a frozen tomb, sealed under million tons of ice and rock. Sebastian and Harper sat on the edge of the helicopter’s open cargo bay, their legs dangling over the abyss. They were battered, bruised, and freezing. But they were alive. Jack was piloting the chopper, humming a terrible rendition of Wagner’s Ride of the Valkyries. "So," Jack yelled over the rotor noise. "Did we win?"