Novel September Novels & Stories

Seven years of Septembers. She is not melancholy. She is not in a hurry. She is in the year before the year, and she is in it fully, with the attention she has been practicing since she sat in the third row from the back and wrote three words in the margin of a notebook. She takes out the eleventh notebook and writes: September of the forty-fourth year. The anniversary. The view from here is different every time because I am different every time. The city is the same. The person looking at it accumulates.

from September 2nd exclusively on Goodnovel. Anyways, I want more reviews !!!!!!!!!!!!!! With tears of joy, I am signing off from HELLMATCH: THE MAFIA's HEIR!

The old woman's words hung in the air long after she said them. "The Bride of the Ninth Life has returned." Nobody moved. Not Kai, Not Draven, Not even the servant. The whole courtyard had turned to stone around me, and I stood in the middle of it, shaking, with no idea why a stranger kneeling on cold marble made me feel like the ground had opened under my feet. Ninth life?? What did that even mean? I looked at Kai. His jaw was tight enough to crack. I looked at Draven. For the first time since I'd met him, he wasn't smiling.

And it will never be brought back again, he then proceeds to strum the guitar hardly, venting all the hatred on it. 🎶 wake me up when September ends..🎶 He wishes for this September to end, he wishes for someone to wake him up in this reality, he wishes this was all a dream. He wishes to wake up from this September, to end the terrible month that happened to him. To wake him up when September Ends. The night was played in the melody of the guitar, Paul strung the last chords and silently rested on his bed gazing at the bright moonlight in his window.

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

Isn't this interesting? I should have known this since the day Zachy bro had decided to marry September that one day they both will become cute lovey dovey couple. Alas! How beautiful it would be. I know very well that September is a sweet woman after all she had saved the life of Zach even though he killed her family. September and Zach. I f–cking ship them together. Zember. Uh.. Okay the name is not so good but who cares when those two looks adorable, together.

The End. Read my new beginning novel: Forever Mine First chapters are up now

The first was the September when I was still in the penthouse, still counting ceiling tiles, still two months away from a text message at twelve forty-seven in the morning that changed the direction of everything. This September, I am at a restaurant table with a case file, a man with a sketchbook, and the neighborhood that is mine, and coffee that Rosa brings without asking because she knows. The difference between those two Septembers is the whole story. “The sketchbook,” I say. “What is in it?” He turns it and shows me.

Morgan struggled desperately under her grip, unable to breathe. His face turned bright red as he frantically clawed at her arms, but June's fingers only tightened around his throat. "June… you've lost your mind…" Only when Morgan was nearly suffocating did June suddenly come back to her senses. The alcohol cleared from her head in an instant. Morgan braced himself against the wall and staggered backward step by step, fear and hatred filling his eyes. "June, you couldn't even stay loyal to your husband. Now he's gone and doesn't want you anymore—you think you can still keep anyone by your side? You think you're any decent yourself? If anyone's shameless and pathetic here, it's you."