Novel September Novels & Stories

Chapter 86 It was September already. Two months since Carey’s arrest and the end of their misery. The air was cool and filled with the faint scent of fall, signalling the start of a new chapter. Sunlight poured through the grand windows of the Mason mansion, casting a golden glow across the marble floors as the household stirred awake.

"Say what? I reincarnated into a reverse novel." The system's words were like a thunderclap; not daring to believe this was true, the whole person was stunned for five seconds. Marin found a corner to sit, blankly looking at the novel in her hand without saying anything. Trying to calm her nerves, she opened the novel and read the last few chapters she hadn't finished yet. The novel [Love you more than the stars.] has very bloody content. The novel is set in a modern setting with a director's love affair with a secretary.

June 14, 1974. And beneath it... The Ninth Cipher Begins. Adrian frowned. "What is the Ninth Cipher?" The apartment lights suddenly went out. Complete darkness. A loud crash echoed from the living room. Glass shattered across the floor. Adrian rushed back into the hallway. Cold wind poured through the apartment. The living room window had exploded inward. Rain soaked the wooden floor. His dining table had been overturned. The envelope was gone. For a split second, panic replaced every rational thought. Then he saw it.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The flat in September was different from the flat in April. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> In April it had been a listing. A set of photographs on a screen, taken by someone who knew how to angle a camera toward good light. A stiff lock she'd had to push her shoulder against to open. A kitchen table that looked like it fit two people, though she hadn't tested it yet. A shelf she had already filled with her physics textbooks in her mind before she signed anything. In September it was hers. Her physics textbooks were on the shelf, in the order she had decided on the train journey north, spines out, grouped not alphabetically but in the order she was going to read them.

"If it's possible but if---" "Then you can surf." "September---" "I know just the perfect place." September said before he pulled her back into his embrace so that they can sleep a bit more. Maeve closed her eyes as her arms were spread apart as she welcome the strong wind assaulting her way. "Did you liked it?" She heard September's voice as soon as she felt his arms around her waist. "This is perfect." She muttered, her eyes still closed as she breath in the cold breeze from the beach.

But this was not what Caitlin wanted: she needed to heal Scarlet, not kill her. As she finished yet another book and slid it aside, with still no mention of healing anywhere, she began to feel a sense of despair. She lifted the final book on the stack, a small, leather-bound volume with a red spine, entitled De Fascino Libri Tres by Leonardo Vairo. Caitlin summoned her knowledge of Latin, and knew that translated to: Three Books of Charms, Spells and Sorceries.

he agreed. “Both of us,” she said. “Both of us,” he said. “New students,” she said. “New rooms,” he said. “The same building,” she said. “Yes,” he said. She held his arm. He held her. The July night. The letter in the drawer. September coming. All of it. Building. Tended. Worth it. August arrived with the specific quality of a month that was almost. Almost September. Almost the new rooms. Almost the students who didn’t exist yet.