Novel 9 Summers 10 Autumns Novels & Stories

[Rosanna's POV] After suddenly dying from working too much, I realized that I had transmigrated into a novel that I'd been reading late into the night a few days ago. Unfortunately, I was neither the main female lead nor any of the supporting cast. Instead, I was the cannon fodder who was slated to only appear for a few scenes in the front before getting killed off after a while. The system bound to me told me that I was the wife of the story's main antagonist and the mother of the secondary antagonist. My mission was to change the trajectory of their lives and help them forge their own paths.

NB: The following story has themes of incest, non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. Enjoy reading.. ************ It was August. We spent the morning packing the car. Our son, Mike was leaving for college. It was morning but already it was 90 degrees outside. Mike and husband, and I were getting pretty sweaty loading up the car. The trunk was already full and the back seat wouldn't fit much more. Mike went back in the house to get the last of his things.

she said before walking out on me. I sighed as I watched her, as her footsteps faded into the distance. Dejected, I went back to my car and drove off. I just couldn't get why she was so difficult to understand. One minute I think I've figured her out and the next minute, bam! She's like a totally different book. Autumn's POV "Hey, Autumn," Summer called out to me, interrupting my reading. I'm guessing by this time she was now probably sick of playing alone with her harem of Barbie dolls.

Authors Note: This is the fifth book in the Harvest series. If you would like to read Harvested, Abandoned, Protected, and Groomed please do, but each story can be read as a stand alone. Jia's story will include the introduction to the next batch of Harvested Girls from Earth. NOLE POV I grunt as I complete my 93rd chin-up. My biceps are screaming and my chest feels as if it will rip in half if I do another rep, but I refuse to quit. My personal best is 97 chin-ups, and stopping short of that is unacceptable.

"The pay is supposedly the best in town, and they even issue internship completion certificates." As soon as she finished speaking, all eyes turned to me. Bethany continued, "Prime Works Factory is your family's, right? You'll figure out how to get us in. Once summer break starts, we're heading there. Also, get us cushy positions. You know, the kind where we sit in air-conditioned offices and drink coffee all day." She was the leader of the group. As she spoke, she lifted my chin with the tip of her shoe. Her red lips curled into a sneer, and her gaze pierced through me, as if I was nothing more than a speck of dust.

A cold smile spread upon my lips. Eula had brought it upon herself. She had no one but herself to blame. I took a deep breath as I pushed all those thoughts to the back of my mind. The bell suddenly rang as it interrupted my train of thought. I slowly put my phone into my backpack. My gaze swept over the summer scene outside the window. It was such a lovely season.

** Be advised this chapter contains contents such as nonconsensual moments** The Winters’ great hall was quieter than usual. The fire in the hearth had burned low, but the tension in the air kept the family awake long after the sun rose. Celeste sat at the long table, her brothers flanking her on either side, her parents across.

Cedric rubbed tiredly at his temple. “You two keep arguing like siblings.” Victoria looked immediately offended. “I already have siblings. I did not ask for another one.” Leo pointed toward her, “And yet, here you are.” “Unfortunately.” The colder air settled harder after that. The mountains changed at night. Everything felt larger somehow once darkness settled fully across the ridges, moonlight stretching softly over untouched snow while the trees stood dark against the mountainside. Wind moved quieter here than it had higher up, though every so often colder air swept through hard enough to remind everyone they were still very far from anything comfortable.

" I took a proud sip of my soda on camera. After Gavin totally lost it, I ended the call. The scorching heat had lasted three months. Then one day, a single raindrop fell from the sky. It poured for three days and nights, and at last, the temperature dropped back to normal. Armed with an electric baton, I went to room 401, opened the door, and was hit with a stench so foul it's hard to describe. A decayed skeleton lay on the living room floor, barely any flesh left, probably Jennifer. I had not left any diesel for the generator. When it stopped, the heat soared. Jennifer's chewed-up bones started to rot.

Even Draven’s smile vanished. The old woman walked toward us, slow and careful. Tears filled her eyes. I stepped back. “W-What’s wrong?” She didn’t answer. When she was only a few feet away, she dropped to her knees. I froze. “W-What are you doing?” Her forehead nearly touched the stone. The courtyard went dead silent. I looked at Kai. His jaw was clenched. At Draven. For the first time, he wasn’t smiling. The old woman lifted her head. Her lips trembled as she whispered, “The Bride of the Ninth Life has returned.”