November Story Novels & Stories

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Mom: “There's unfortunately too much work. I think I'll be home by midnight. Or in the morning. Take care baby, xoxo.” So I would be all alone in the house all night with… Nick? Oh my fucking goodness. I would actually be home alone with my dream man? Gulping at the thought that came into my head, I made my way to their bedroom and put on one of my mom's lingerie sets, surprised at how it actually fit perfectly. Just then, a car stopped outside the house and I glanced out the window to see Nick step out of the car, stumbling a bit. He was drunk.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard Suzan's voice, and his body tensed up inexplicably. The old lady patted him on the shoulder: "Grandma has gone to bed. Please listen slowly." He quickly sent the old lady back, returned to the study, and started again. Suzan told the story in an extremely quiet and clear voice. … Episode 1. ‘This is not a novel. This is my story. It is the daily life that happens in the present. My name is Suzan—a she-wolf who lost her memory. Ten years ago, I got lost.

I am not ordinary; I've known this from the start. I was named November. The mothers from the orphanage had a reason for that. They said I was a miracle that had been given to them on a blessed day. It was the first of November in the calendar year, and it had been raining heavily for nearly the whole day. The roads were blocked, almost flooded, and no one could go out of their homes. Then out of the blue, they heard the doorbell to the orphanage home ring. They rushed outside and found me right there on the doorstep in a crib; no name; nothing else, but a blanket shielding me from the cold. They looked around, but there was no one else there. They took me in with joy in their hearts. They n

I suddenly started to feel nervous. "Hi Amarachi, I'm your literature teacher. My name is Miss Ada. Welcome to Crownstar highschool." I smiled at her. "So who doesn't have a seat partner? A girl raised her hands and Miss Ada asked me to seat with her. She started teaching and that was when I remembered that I didn't collect the pen my mum bought. I didn't want to ask anyone for a spare pen but then it was my first day at school and I did not want to start skipping notes. I asked the guy at my front for a spare pen but he didn't have any one. The girl beside him smiled and gave me a pen, I thanked her and started writing.

Hello KILIMO'S Squad,I hope all of you are doing fine.We have finally come to an end of Nico's and Amara's love story.I poured all my heart in writing this novel and I enjoyed writing every single chapter,I hope you enjoyed reading it too. I thank everyone who supported me in anyway by commenting, leaving a review and voting with your precious gems. I will be back on 1st March with a brand new novel,I hope that you'll support me the same way you supported me on this novel.

October came to Blackwood territory. The seventh October. The trees changing. The light going low and golden. The hall catching the afternoon light in the upper windows. I was in the hall on a Tuesday morning when I sat with something honestly. The story had been going for a long time. The chapters had accumulated. Each one a step from the one before. The network restored. The consultation running. The institution established. The bond health work extending. Article Eleven on the horizon. Real things. True things.

“Calm down, okay? Everything will be okay. Hold your horses. Be patient.” I am so lost in my thoughts that I don't even realize I am in my office until somebody knocks. "Come in," I say, shaking my head and sitting up in my chair. The door swings open to reveal November struggling between two guards. I put up my hand and they pause, long enough for her to yank her arms out of their grip. She shoots them dirty looks and she curses them under her breath. I raise an eyebrow at some of the language she uses and she rolls her eyes when she notices me listening.

Hello, my dear readers. Thank you for all the appreciation you have shown me, especially your support and comments after my updates. For October, the story I will be writing is titled THE WOMEN WHO LIVE LIKE A SUPERSTAR. I can't wait to continue the story, and I hope you will enjoy it. What about the werewolf genre story? Of course, I’ll also update that in October. So I’ll be updating two stories in October until they’re finished. I hope you’ll enjoy them.