Novel 24 Novels & Stories

Exhaustion is taking over, and I am having trouble keeping my eyes open. Right before my eyes close, the last thing I see is Braxius's blue-green eyes filled with love and sorrow. Except, I somehow know everything will be all right with him. That only thought is making my leaving easier, and I stop fighting the darkness. I am floating away towards total oblivion. I am having a few brief flashbacks of my short life of twenty-two years and growing up in New Jersey with Meena, my younger sister of nine months. I accepted my entry-level position at a prestigious marketing firm and graduating from college with honors as a business major with a minor in history.

“I am an old fellow, I won't look my eyes out; but I'1l call everybody this minute, let others stare at you.” “I'11 come down!” cried Basira. With that, Zastar turned toward the side of the house. “As God lives, somebody is coming!” said he. In fact, from behind the corner appeared young Adam Novoveski, who, coming on horseback, had tied his beast at the side-gate and passed around the house himself, wishing to enter through the main door. Basira, seeing him, was on the ground in two springs, but too late. Unfortunately, Sir Adam had seen her springing from the ladder, and stood confused, astonished, and covered with blushes like a young girl. Basira stood before him in the same way, till a

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

Amber said to him in a tone she didn’t recognize as her own. She didn’t wait to see his reaction. Hoped she’d fucking hurt him as she pulled the hood down over her head. Instantly, she felt suffocated, plunged into a deep darkness. She couldn’t breathe! This was how it all fucking ended, not with a bullet, but in this suffocating darkness… Chapter 41

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James commands before walking out of the basement. Melina gently lifts her battered body from the table. She stands up straight by resting her hand on the table's edge. Melina looks around the room for something to cover her body with. Unfortunately, she can't see any piece of cloth around. Using the table as support, she walks to the nearest wall in the room. Melina falls to the ground, her side leaning against the wall, and pulls her knees to her chest, attempting to cover her exposed body as much as possible.

, asked Natasha . "Indirectly, it's his school ," replied Mandy . "Screw me ." said Natasha, giving an eye roll . As they moved out of the school Natasha dropped Mandy at her home and started going to her favourite place of all time, a small forest near the lakes . It wasn't dangerous as there were no wild animals. Natasha used to spend most of the time there since she shifted to the town . She experienced peace in nature.She felt stressless while she sat staring at water flowing in the lake and listening to the chirping of sounds . The place had a way better environment than her home.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself holding an exquisitely wrapped sandwich. Whispers immediately drifted into my ears. "Look, Jacob Blake's here again delivering breakfast to Carol." "He seriously has no shame. She already said she doesn't like him, but he still won't give up." "Exactly! Carol and Matt are obviously the perfect couple!" I froze for two seconds before a flood of memories suddenly crashed into my mind. I, the invincible hero of a power-fantasy novel, had actually transmigrated into the role of a pathetic simp side character in a trashy romance novel.

like he had practiced countless times. But his feet seemed nailed to the ground. He couldn't take a single step. That was because he didn't have the right. He had no right to disrupt her new life or to appear in the world she had worked so hard to rebuild. He stood there, watching for a very long time. Just then, a man walked out of the flower shop. He was in his early 30s, tall, and with dark hair. He wore a simple white shirt and khaki pants, and he had a warm smile.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.