Mood Board Books Novels & Stories

Emma’s POV It started with a P*******t board. Then a few saved I*******m posts. Then three tabs open to vintage crib options, all in blush tones and sage green. “I thought we agreed we wouldn’t go crazy,” I muttered to myself as I scrolled through yet another collection of handmade mobiles shaped like woodland creatures. From the couch, Xander raised a brow. “Is that your seventh tab this morning?” “Ninth,” I admitted without shame. “But I’m narrowing it down.”

said Wesley. “Okay, great. Which way was east again?” End of Book 7 If you enjoyed this book and would like to support the author please leave a review on the site where you got your copy or on Goodreads. A big thank you to all those who have supported me on Patreon.com/mooderino. Cheers, V Moody MoodyLit.com How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis Currently available: Book 1: Welcome to Probet Book 2: Welcome to Fengarad

Small scraps on the sides of one board, showing that it’s pulled in an out of its place. I pull up the board, feeling my three friends moving closer. Inside are three different books. Journals. All three are labeled Testing with numbers. The first on is 1-30. Then 31-45. Then 46-… None of which bode well for our luna. And as we start to read through what happened, that feeling just gets worse and worse.

And even when they hadn’t… I no longer let them land. I had too much peace in me now. There wasn’t room for shame anymore. Back at the house, I carried the books Darren had ordered for the nursery upstairs and placed them on the newly assembled shelf. They were all hardcovers with soft pastel covers and gold-stamped lettering: Goodnight Moon, The Velveteen Rabbit, Where the Wild Things Are, Dream Big, Little One, I Am Enough. I traced the spine of each book with my fingertip, whispering the titles softly.

“Maya, I have a new moodboard. Don’t be mad.” “I haven’t had your coffee yet. You have thirty seconds of diplomatic protection.” She handed me the board with a face far too enthusiastic for someone who might have just brought me a brand-new problem. I looked at it. Soft linens. Olive branches. Lemon place cards. Low candlelight. Handwritten menus. No screaming gold. No chandeliers in the trees. No swans. I raised an eyebrow. “You’re learning.” Gracie almost bounced. “Right?” “Don’t get too excited. I can still hate it when I see page two.”

Everyone is trying to sit at the same time. Kiara plops down next to me and immediately steals half my blanket without apology. She leans in and whispers, “Doesn’t this place look exactly like that dream house you drew when we were kids?” The realization hits me square between the eyes. No wonder it seemed familiar. I once made a mood board of my favorite things … drawings, materials, fabrics, clippings, designs, photos, and so on … everything I wanted in my dream house … and this is pretty close to it.