November Story Novels & Stories

The date and time when this happened was October 31 somewhere in the 1990s, about 12 midnight to 12:30 AM. Happy Halloween Military Man! +++++++++ So once again, I bid you goodbye, dear readers. This has been your Storyteller, The Diwata, hoping to see you soon here at the Supernatural Spa... Fare thee well!

and discover all the secrets and lies in this journey. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Note- This is the introduction of female protagonist and her family members and hometown. I know home town description is long, and some of readers may feel it boring but trust me in "GoodNovel" all readers are from different countries and cities, so, I thought a brief introduction and little bit information help you all. Love you all.......... xoxo.......

She nodded and then turned to me and said, “then why don’t you incorporate both into what you wish to show us?” Adding both together? That wasn’t an impossible request, but it wasn’t something I had quite prepared for. Still, I had to impress them so I quickly thought up something on the top of my head. Taking the centre of the stage, I took a quiet but deep breath in, as I had learned to do many times during practice. Then, with a clear voice, I spoke out some lines, “if there is a story to be told, why should I not be the one to tell it? Do we all not have that choice to tell our own tales?”

"Oh, your cheek doesn't look as bad as I thought." "Really? Thank the heavens. Do you think Aunt Autumn will notice?" "Probably not. Is she gonna be home today?" "I don't think so. She usually comes home after two days or more." "Then do you wanna stay over?" "That's pretty sudden. Why the invite?" He scratched the back of his head and avoided eye contact. "I thought I should probably tell you about the guy from earlier." He said. "It's gonna be a long story, so..." "...What?"

Back then, I told myself they were just like family, so there was no need to get jealous. However, all those little signs I had ignored played back in my head, over and over. When she came back, we launched our design studio. I landed a whale of a client, a deal that put us on the map overnight. On the night of our big bash, I had one too many and wanted her to pick me up. I called over and over, but got nothing. Finally, a coworker ended up driving me home. The morning after, she came to me with puffy, red eyes, spilling the story of how Yoel was heartbroken, how he had drowned his sorrows in booze at the bar, and how she had stayed with him through the night.

he nodded to the chanting witches. One of them, hunchback and withered, stepped into the circle towards Larissa. Oanez. The most powerful witch in their world. And it was from her that Marcel got his newfound powers. He jerked furiously at his chain as Oanez approached Larissa, but it was futile. The chain only bit deeper into his skin. “No. No! Don't touch her. Don't touch her!” But the witch only flashed a toothless smile at him and proceeded to grab his wife by the hair.

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”

And suddenly we’re being dragged toward the stairs like unwilling sacrifices. “Story time!” Nova declares in a sing-song voice, tugging me with shocking strength. “Two stories,” Nolan corrects, dead serious. “One because Grandma and Grandpa came, and another because they left.” That makes absolutely no sense but I’m not arguing with a five-year-old whose IQ is apparently higher than my own. “You can’t add stories because they left,” Nova argues. “Yes, I can.” “No, you can’t.” Nova snarls. An actual tiny snarl, before smoothing her hair and saying sweetly, “Fine. But what about adding one more because we were good the whole day?”

They scattered, some reached Europe, and others sailed and reached America, and November’s very own roots stepped foot in Korea. A familiar howl from outside of November’s room reverberated and November jumped off her bed, pushed the window open and she waved at the black wolf below. “Jennie!” Wolf Jennie howled again, calling to her. She moved to the ground restlessly. Then she growled, Jennie was getting annoyed already. November giggled. She stepped up the window sills and jumped down, she gracefully landed exactly beside Jennie. Wolf Jennie growled annoyingly, she pawed November and she raised her tail as if giving November the finger before trotting away. November shook her head, smiling

Nor am I certain the story I want to tell warrants a full-length novel. Bearing all that in mind, I've decided to continue Rhett and Brynlee's story here in the form of a novella, which will start serializing tomorrow. For those of you still here and waiting patiently, thank you so much! Words can never express how grateful I am for each and every one of you! See you back here tomorrow! Cara