Mini Novella Novels & Stories

They were closed, Her facial expressions soft. “Hm” she hummed, and I smiled. She was awake but barely. “You fell asleep” I informed her praying to the moon goddess that she didn’t run from me. that she didn’t try to fight me just for a few moments at least. Nina’s pov- “Sorry” I apologised my voice low and sleepy as I rolled onto my side to face him, it was surreal I felt warm yet at the same time I could feel the goosebumps of the chill in the air.

But, with William’s size and strength, he managed to get to it first and sealed it shut. His smile is of a Cheshire’s cat, a victorious grin. Minerva went to the opposite side of her bed. She looked back and fathomed that the only thing on her back was the wall with a closed window a few inches from her. Her bed for years in front and a tiny bed-side table with a cheap lamp that she bought from Etsy. Technically, she’s trapped. “Come here, Minerva.” She tried not to cry or even shed a tear but her emotions seemed to conquer over her mind. She did shed one tiny tear. Then followed by another.

Kyra is coming with me next time, even if I have to drag her with me by the ankles. Kyra is not fond of the outdoors and would much rather spend her free time getting her nails done or reading another smutty novel that she tries to convince everyone are romance books. Sure they are doll face... Everyone knows all the lovey-dovey romance novels have a full page of trigger warnings at the beginning of them.

The sharp crash of glass against marble shattered the silence. Deep red wine splattered across the pristine floor, seeping into the cracks like spilled blood. Sarah Winters stood frozen at the doorway, the taste of bile rising in her throat. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out the sounds of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. James, the man she had spent six years loving, was in bed with her best friend. Chloe. Together. The scene was like something out of a twisted nightmare, one she couldn't wake up from. The silk sheets tangled around their bodies, Chloe’s hair spilling across the pillows, James’s bare torso exposed as he turned toward her, an unreadable expression o

Anything. The moon laughs at me with a sudden downpour of rain. Wow. I wouldn’t consider that a nudge, but okay. I know I can’t stay out here all night in the rain, but I’m not ready to leave yet. I haven’t gotten my fill of Amber yet. I could sleep on her porch. But I’m guessing she wouldn’t like that either. The sky lets a thunderous growl loose, and the rain gets even heavier. I guess the Goddess isn’t messing around. The house has gone dark, so maybe she’s asleep. I dash towards her porch, landing on it as softly as I can. I take my wet shirt off before propping myself up against the house. I pray she doesn’t find me. But a piece of me wonders what would happen if she opened that door an

I wanted that for her too. “Yes, Mummy always tells me every morning.” She told me as she munched on her chips happily. I watched her as she ate, humming a rhyme that sounded oddly familiar, like something I heard growing up. After we ate, we decided to get colouring books to pass time since Ryan hadn't sent me a text to come back. I got a Princess Fiona colouring book and Annalise got a Cinderella colouring book. I laughed at Annalise antics of insisting that Cinderella story is silly and that she'll prefer to be the princess from Frozen.

I saved the file, backed it up, named it something so boring no thief would ever open it. Meeting_Minutes_131B. Boring is a skill. We were getting better at it. Outside, a hard winter sun pushed at the cloud cover like a shoulder through a crowd. I thought of Lena’s peppermint, of the way her voice didn’t break where it would have last week, of the small, precise movements that add up to a life not ruled by fear. The messenger had come for her one last time and found the wrong woman. I turned the page in my notebook. We had our words. Soon, they would have to live in the world. For now, they lived here, in this room, with our tired bodies and our handful of carefully sharpened mercies.

I invited them to howl with me. This was something I had done since the first book had gotten published. There were over twenty books in the miniature wolf series, tales of my puppy childhood and my mom's lessons to me, set in children's stories. Playing acting today was a way to reconnect with my mom, to remind myself that the spirits were connected. She had told the stories, Anna had gotten them published. Mom had done the art work.

She leaned back on the backrest and sighed at the view of the teardrop-silver colour lake; shaped like a perfectly flat metal disc. No sounds rang out from the shimmering emptiness of space in front of them. Even the huffing wind was too lazy to scatter the a-flame quilt of warm earthy leaves spread out around the tree's base in the small clearing. They sat in silence, drinking in the scenery, calming their senses and enjoying each other's company. "Have you ever heard of the Moonfall pack?" Minnow asked after much consideration. "Hm, yeah, it's a small town up in the mountains. Why do you ask?"

She was always grateful for the work she was given, which was a sign that they liked her work. "Sophia, can you give Choco some lunch? I have to go to the super market to buy groceries." "Choco? Who is that, Elina?" “Choco is Mr. Moore's pet dog.” “Dog?” Sophia's expression turned deathly pale, she was deeply traumatized by the animal that liked to stick out its tongue. The problem was that as a child she had been chased until her skirt was torn by her neighbor's mad dog. “This is supposed to be Jessica's job, but she's gone somewhere.” Elina was annoyed that Jessica always disappeared suddenly.