Novel & Cerita No Nuts November

No Nut November month started on a busy note as more students crammed into the library for studying sessions. The reading program for elementary students meant more people were borrowing books they usually didn’t read to collect stars on their reading cards to exchange some prizes decided for the school. Mary sighed. It was a busy week.

Knox grinned. “Hannah.” Nora said quietly as Knox sat down next to her. “Your medical person is on the way down there now.” Knox said, picking up a fork. “So explain to me this hunter wolf thing.” Knox said, picking up a green bean and placing it in his mouth. Nora looked down at her plate. It made her stomach growl. Green beans, mash potatoes, and steak. She looked hard at it. Knox reached over and stabbed a green bean with his fork off of Nora’s plate. He picked it up and stuck it in his mouth.

It was early November, a couple of weeks before Thanksgiving. Nicola was in the kitchen with Albert making a list of food needed for the upcoming holiday. The pantry shelves were scanned and the cabinets were checked. While they were doing this, Nicola kept an eye on Iris sitting at the table, eating a few slices of orange. The fruit was way too ripe and the juice started running down her chin and hands and onto her white shirt. “Oh, sweetie…” Nicola smiled, then ran a clean dishtowel under the faucet and wrung out the excess water.

This is the beginning of a new age. The age of Valen and Nova Nero. We hunt. We gather. We explore the valley and the mountains around us. We wash in the lake. We talk. We live. Another six days pass in the blink of an eye. Time goes by so fast when you’re happy. We’ve just come in from a full day of gathering wood. It’s obvious now that winter is going to arrive shortly. I don’t know what we’re doing, but over the past few days we’ve been gathering more and more food, stockpiling it in the kitchen of the ship. We’ve been taking containers down to the lake and filling the water storage tank in the ship. We’ve been gathering wood to burn for when it turns cold.

My hands started to shake, so I pressed them down against my thighs. "Because I knew you would disapprove of me drinking on a school night." I nodded with my lips pursed. He was right, I would disapprove, but that didn't change the way his voice was an octave higher than normal and how he was staring at me without blinking as if he were willing me to accept that as his answer and move on.

Leo kissed her, “You are more than worthy of me.” _________________________________________ It was a peaceful night in Leo’s home, a movie from N*****x was playing, them sitting and binging on late leftovers while watching said movie. It’s been 2 weeks since they got engaged and things are pushing through. Although, each passing day November buries her fears deeper at the back of her head, ignoring the guilt and her conscience and fear screaming along with her past running after her. November concentrates on being a human for Leonidas. “Your brother canceled on us again.” She mumbles.

He contemplated whether to pick out chocolates for his mom as well, knowing she had a sweet tooth like his. Just then, a friendly chocolate promoter approached Noah, a warm smile on their face. They extended a small piece of chocolate towards him, inviting him to taste. Noah's eyes lit up with delight, and he eagerly accepted the offered chocolate. He took a bite and savored the sweet, rich flavor, his face breaking into a happy grin. Chocolate was undoubtedly one of his favorite treats. Between mouthfuls, Noah asked, "Does this chocolate have nuts in it?" His concern about allergies was evident in his tone.

“Come out to breakfast, for Christ’s sakes! It’s 11am. I’m hungry!” Fredrick and Avery laughed cheerfully, at Noah’s dramatic reaction. “Let’s go…” Fredrick said, leading her out of the room. As they went down the stairs, Fredrick could hear Noah’s voice at the dining table, “I’m scarred!” “No, you’re not!” Fredrick exclaimed from upstairs. “You have eleven more days, by the way.” “Aaaaarghhhh!!!” Noah groaned. “It’s winter, I couldn’t possibly find anyone right now. The streets is dry!”

“We just made fresh roasted almond nougat this morning too. Would you like to try some, Mr. Romano?” Zane shook his head quickly. “No. Thank you.” I arched a brow, stabbing at my tiramisu. “Why not? You’re a foodie, aren’t you?” “Because,” he answered easily, “I’m allergic to nuts.” I turned to him. “Allergic?” He nodded, casual as hell. “The itchy kind… or the kind where an ambulance shows up?” “The kind where I stop breathing and we all get a much more dramatic morning.”

Nicholas cleared his throat, turning to the council, “I'm glad you all enjoy it. Our pack and chefs take pride in providing the best for our guests.” I smiled, trying to stay engaged in the conversation at the table, carefully selecting the parts of my meal with fewer nuts. It was only my third bite, and I began to feel an itchiness on my tongue and throat. Remaining composed, I moved on to the vegetables. However, a small piece contained nuts, and I swallowed hard, struggling to conceal the increasing itchiness and redness of my skin. Thankfully, Nicholas's coat provided some cover, revealing only a small portion of my neck. But my skin issues remained.