October First Reads Novels & Stories

Well, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, like literally, I woke up on the floor and not on my bed, and I would like to know why, but unfortunately, you just can’t see in your sleep. Either way, I got to get up, it's Monday today which means I’ve got school, so I get ready, I put on my blue checkers pants and a white shirt of which its follower is of the color blue, it is the same material design as my pants. With my hands buried in either of my pockets, I walk out of my room and down the hallway, while coming down, I saw Alexia in front of me, I walk towards her, then as I raise my hands opening my mouth to greet her, "good-" I was halfway interrupted by her

October called in a low tone. "You should head home now before your children start to suspect things you aren't ready to tell them." After getting up, he started to leave. October watched him as he left, and she turned her head back to the table. She sighed, folding her hands together. They won't pay attention no matter what she says. Her heart began to beat more quickly. She feared that there would be war soon. The same as when she was 18 years old. Up until five days later, the war was still going on. It was the first war she had witnessed, and many lost their lives. Even the first friend she made when she joined the association. She had a name called Shally, and October occasionally think

The days passed by in a blur and soon it was Monday as I get ready for the first day of my senior year. I haven't felt this happy and laughed so much in years. It felt nice and lovely. I never wanted this feeling to go away, I wanted it to remain in my heart forever.

CHAPTER 59 POV: Ryder October arrived differently the second time. Not the tentative October of a year ago — the one that had carried the Meridian application and the hiring materials and the specific, charged uncertainty of two people figuring out the shape of what came next. This October knew what it was. He felt it on the first morning — waking in the Meridian apartment, her still asleep, the east-facing window showing the specific amber quality of October light that had decided to be generous about it.

The timing was Patricia Osei's decision and it was correct in the way her decisions were always correct which was informed by the specific, practical knowledge of a person who understood how books found their readers and had spent twenty years building the conditions under which the finding happened. October was the month that serious readers returned to reading after summer. October was the month that the community impact methodology was entering its third year and the fifty-city framework was in its first year and the documentary series had aired its first three episodes and the conversation the pilot had started was reaching the rooms where the book needed to land. October was the month t

October came in the third year as it had come in the first — the light lower, the elms beginning, the mornings carrying the authority of the season's turn. Ernest woke on the first of October and lay in the bed they shared and felt the quality of the morning and thought: three years.

Nicole looked at the clock in the room and said, “I’m kind of in a hurry so I’ll make my story brief and comprehensive. After breaking your heart, I owe you an explanation my darling Muhammad.” Muhammad tried switching on the radio on his belt, in hope that anyone on the other end could listen to the conversation if the signal was restored. If Maryam and he were going to die tonight, their death might as well not be in vain. The most important thing was revealing the real identity of The First One.

DAMON'S POV Year 1900 - 19th Century "Father has arrived!" Adam shouted, his voice full of excitement as he bolted outside. My heart leaped at his words. I dropped the book I had been engrossed in, its leather cover hitting the wooden floor with a dull thud, and rushed after him. It had been a full year since Father had left for the war in Russia. They called it the Boxer Rebellion, and Father had joined the Russian forces aiding in suppressing the uprising in China. His absence had left a void in our lives, and Mother, especially, had seemed almost lifeless, her once-vivid grey eyes dulled by fear and worry.

And Nina didn't know why her chest was throbbing so violently, she also lost her attention to what she was reading and remembered her last conversation with Argus. But she also immediately erased the suspicion that started building her system and she would still trust Argus no matter what. Soleil's eyes dropped to the book on her lap, and her eyebrows met. "The Moon Goddess and the wolf." Soleil reads the title of the book she is reading. "I didn't know you were fond of that kind of genre, miss Nina." "And guess what, Soleil. The name of the characters here is also familiar. Did you know that the name of the guy here is Hawthorne?"

Just when she was offering her last prayers to the river goddess, she thought her water broke. It can’t be! She panicked. She was unusually big for someone whose baby was only a six-month-old fetus. She clutched her stomach in pain and was filled with remorse for wanting to end the little one’s life when she thought about killing herself. How could she forget him? She knew it was a boy. She chanted under her breath, distracting herself from the pain that pierced through her body with each contraction. The waters of the Nile shuddered at the sound of the baby’s first cry. The moon emerged out of the clouds wanting to take a peek at the newborn; the first alpha.