November Story Novels & Stories

Time went by and I didn't see anything that caught my attention. Just then, a painting came up, and it was so pretty, confusing, but pretty. It had like a garden with so many pretty flowers, but the flowers were withering and then a girl was sitting on the ground, holding a bunch of flowers. We were only given her side view. It was like the harmattan season and the girls as holding the flowers for the last time before everything withered away. "The painting is called November" the host said. It had my name! When I saw that harmattan feeling in the painting, I knew it had to be one of the months, but I didn't think it would be November.

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

Amid my struggles, I heard the scrunch of snow somewhere behind me. My entire being froze with the amount of possibilities that it could be the slender man. I was sweating, but my body was cold. All the hairs on my arms and back stood up as I trembled in fear of what’s coming next. I could hear it slowly drag every other step as it approached me. An image of a bloody lady wearing a shredded white dress walking while dragging her chained leg popped into my head. ‘Damn those scary stories told in my school!’

Writing "His Unfinished Love Story" was like talking to a friend for me. It came from a place where I was struggling with family stuff, and I didn't really have anyone to open up to—no best friends or unbiased family members. Counseling wasn't my thing, so I poured it all into this book instead.

Back then, when Matteo lost his sight, he had been discarded like a broken chess piece. But she had stayed. She taught herself Braille just to help him read. She attended classes with him, took him outside to sit in the sun, cooked his favorite meals… Back then, it felt like she had stolen a piece of the moon, bringing its light into their world. For seven years, in all the darkness, she had found happiness. However, the moon was never hers to keep. And the past? The past was a place she could never return to. That afternoon, the doctor took Evelyn for further tests.

Half a month later, in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Lex. [Audrey, I'm sorry.] I stared at it for a moment, then put the phone down. I didn't reply. Our story had ended long ago. I closed that chapter. From now on, our lives will go their own way—like two roads that'll never cross again.

The nuns are running the orphanage, which house 80 children who are deaf and mute. Even though Mariya doesn't have a disability, the nuns still accepted her. Mother Superior told her that her biological mother came knocking at the orphanage, pregnant, and already in labor. Her mother gave birth to her inside the orphanage. But unfortunately, her mother passed away shortly. The nuns decided to take a look at the woman's bag and they found a diary. In one of the pages, it is said that the father of the baby is a Japanese businessman who's vacationing in the Philippines. They fell in love, and as their relationship progresses, they found out her pregnancy, and the Japanese man went back to his

That moment I looked briefly at nerdy but she was watching Granny with wide eyes. "Mom, she is okay now. Maybe because we all are here, they couldn't talk properly. Come, let's go back to your rest room." Granny agreed and went after caressing nerdy's hair for the last time. John and Emma were also trying fast to escape from there. But my voice stopped them. "Do you think you people can easily escape from this??" "Christian…" John started to say something but as soon as my cold glare reached him, he froze.

“Tell me I’m hallucinating.” Blake didn’t even look up. “What?” Charlie leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Tell me I’m not seeing you—Blake freaking Andrews—studying.” Blake finally looked up, scowling. “Do you mind? Ever heard of knocking?” Charlie ignored him, walking over and snatching the textbook off the desk before Blake could stop him. He skimmed a few pages, raising an eyebrow. “Projectile motion? Since when do you give a damn about physics?”

Nora pretended not to care, but her side eye glanced at the locked doors hoping to catch a glimpse of the city's most elite bachelor walk in, but the doors remained shut. They walked up to the front and took their seat, but the old man and his wife continued up to the stage. He took the mic from his secretary and in his own voice and witty slangs, he welcomed the audience yet again. Urging them to enjoy the night to the fullest. Their claps erupted again, and even though Talia had her eyes on the man on the podium, she heard nothing he said. She'd completely zoned out until Julian nudged her roughly. "what are you moping around for?! Go get the painting!"