روايات وقصص ضمن Kite Runner

Liora watched the scene, the surreal tenderness of it—this man who had commanded armies, kneeling in wet grass to teach a child how to catch the sky. “Ready?” he asked. Wren nodded furiously. “Then go.” She ran, legs pumping, string unspooling behind her. The kite wobbled, caught the wind, then dipped dangerously. Wren squealed, glancing back. “Keep going!” Varian called. His voice, usually a blade, carried something almost like laughter. The kite lurched, then suddenly lifted, soaring up in a sharp climb. The red cloth cut against the gray, bright as flame against ash. Wren screamed with joy, nearly tripping as she watched it rise.

We could pretend the three-thorn wax was a prank and not a signature. A runner smashes that hope the way runners are hired to. He’s new, too long in the legs for his own brakes, cap askew, breath sawing like he sprinted uphill without permission. He remembers to bow at the threshold, even so, and that saves him from Mara’s soft wrath.

He informed me quietly as he crouched beside the bomb and picked it up carefully while cradling the brown box in his left hand. “What do you mean by ‘I am going to get myself killed? I didn’t do a damn thing, I just want to go on my damn way, please.” I pressed on desperately, my heart thumping hard against my ribs, it was getting harder to get words out my mouth as the second passed.

The man was a billionaire and could pay for anything he wanted as long as he could get it. I moved close to the books and tried reading some of their titles. They were mostly novels, and a little gasp fled my lips when I saw my favorite dark romance series, sitting on the shelf. The Ryan Rule by Sadie Kincaid. I loved the four books of that series so much, and although I’ve read them all, I wouldn’t mind re-reading them again. I didn’t have the money to purchase the books so I borrowed from a schoolmate. But now they were here.

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

I need fresh air. I walk unnoticed through the dark streets of the town. I put on nothing, but my dress and the cold make me bristle all over. I kneel on the shores of Lake Tenno. I don’t care if I get my feet or my clothes wet. Tonight, I want to disappear. Tomorrow I will marry an obscure and unknown man, one who carries a burden, and it is not his son; it is his dead wife and the pain this must cause him. I hear a noise in one of the bushes and get up quickly. I can hardly see anything. Only the moonlight illuminates the surroundings with small flashes. I hear the rustling again, but this time accompanied by footsteps.

Kenneth wanted to move the boxes too but Christopher stopped him. "Let's go home. Dad will take care of them." Kenneth was confused but complied nonetheless. Curious neighbors came out to wish them a happy new year before returning to their respective houses. Kenneth only understood why Christopher stopped him from touching the red boxes when Christopher explained. Kenneth scoured the gift boxes of various colors and found a blue one with "Kenneth" written on top. He opened the present and exclaimed, "Christopher! It's a pair of sports shoes, signed by my favorite athlete too!"