Novel 9 Summers 10 Autumns Novelas e Histórias

Secondly, I needed to be careful, there is a thing called butterfly effects and I needed to avoid creating too many scenarios that may affect the future changes, and lastly, the promise to perform together at the September Ends will be needed to fulfill. -------------------------------------------- "Hey Paul! I think I know what song I'll perform." Seri said cheerfully, Paul slightly smiled. This familiar line, this familiar event, made him feel the same deja-vu. "Really? What is it?" He acted smiling and expected Seri to say those words. "The best song to perform in September." Seri said in all smiles. "Green day- Wake me up when September ends." She exclaimed, like pointing out the best so

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The best part of my day is refreshing GoodNovel and D****e and reading all the comments, especially because it allows me to interact with you guys. That being said. Writing this story was so gratifying, brought me so much joy, that I’m also not ready to leave that behind. So I am thrilled to announce my new story, “SUBMISSION 101,” a Professor/Student romance which dropped on November 26th on GoodNovel and D****e. It has about 10 times more smut than this book tho, so reader's discretion is strongly advised! Once again, thank you for reading, commenting, gifting and leaving gems!

Would he let me fall? If I fell, there’d be no more secrets between us. He’d definitely see my magic come out during a life or death situation. Another sheet of ice and snow rips through him, and the tension in my shoulders leaves me as the flakes begin to flurry around me. I lift myself just slightly to see the world below us pass by in colors of late summer. The leaves are tinged with amber colors, like autumn is just seconds away from turning the world around me into crisp beauty. Another shaking roar rumbles within him, and he rains down more of the pretty flakes and glittering ice. The wide fields below are a blanket of white, glistening in the warm sunlight.

I stuffed the last piece of clothing into the suitcase and snapped it shut, then I looked around the apartment. Having lived here for five years, my presence was everywhere, from the paintings on the walls to the throw pillows on the couch and the plants on the balcony. Now, those very details felt like a cruel joke. I wheeled my suitcase toward the living room and paused to look at the calendar. New Year’s Day was tomorrow. A fresh start and a brand-new year. Without hesitation, I reached for my phone and reserved a seat on the first high-speed train heading to Cedar Hollow, my hometown.

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"The youth is spring, in the summer we have the hero, in the autumn the king rules and in the winter we have the wizard right ?" "God ! And again it is different what you call each aspect, but they symbolise the Sun's movement through the year, like the goddess' aspects symbolise the moon's changes". Mark flips a bit forward in the book, handing it to me. "This is a bit about how it all started. I try skimming down the page, trying to decipher Mark's crows feet writing, making a face.

Remy (whisper against my neck): “Still not letting go, storm queen.” I kiss the coyote fang at his throat. Celeste: “Good. Because I’m keeping all of you. The lake can cry about it.” Above us, the stars rearrange themselves into one quiet sentence written in light: SUMMER ISN’T OVER YET. Eleven days left. We’re just getting started.

Not to autumn, not entirely — the warmth lingered in the afternoons, the light stayed generous at the edges of the days — but something in the air changed, the specific change that came when summer gave up on insisting and became something else: the beginning of the part of the year that was interior, that turned inward, that produced the quality of evenings Daniel had always found most habitable. He was ready for it. He had been ready for September in a way he had not been ready for it before, because September now meant: the sofa and the books and the lamp in the evenings, the north windows catching the different light, the rhythm of two people who had been together long enough to have rhy

The ancient library was a tomb of forgotten knowledge, its towering shelves heavy with dust and the faint metallic tang of old paper. Freya had always preferred the night shift. The quiet wrapped around her like a lover’s cloak, letting the shy 24-year-old lose herself in books rather than people. Her pale skin glowed under the dim lamps, dark curls framing wide green eyes that hid a secret restlessness--a hunger she didn’t yet understand. But only 'Yet' Tonight, the storm outside howled against the tall windows. Lightning flashed as she carried a stack of restricted occult volumes toward the back. A presence filled the air, cold and ancient, making the hairs on her neck rise.