October Novels & Stories

Тургенев, Рудин. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путешествия и другие назидательные соч инения. Тургенев, Рудин.

“Brenna, let me know tomorrow if you would like to present yourself before the Moon Goddess as a potential Luna. The full moon is in a few days, so we must prepare.” The Blood Moon was coming, too. But I still had a bit more time. As if reading my mind, she turned and smiled. “The Blood Moon is in three months. Fear not; you have plenty of time to get to know the Alpha before.” I nodded, tilting my head to the side. “And if I reject him as my Mate?”

Well, it made sense. October was Amy’s and Ace’s birthday. December holds Dante’s birthday and Christmas. It seemed like every month was already carrying some precious weight. But then came November. It was quiet and understated. Neither too warm nor too cold. And empty of other obligations. So, November felt right. So we chose November.

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" She yelled out, then lay back down. Today was her eighteenth birthday, but she felt no different. "October!" her father called, giving one hard bang on the door. "Fine, I'm up," October sighed, then rolled out of her bed. "Tuesday October 9, my birthday," October talked to herself as she went over her morning routine. "My name is October Summer, I was born on October 9, 2003. My parents met in college some many years before that--" Her father called again.

The Master's voice was not as deep as that. (Was it at the Halloween show that I met such a person with this same voice? No, I do not think so) she thought as her heart became troubled. She tried to sit up and take a peep as Igor stopped her. "Are you nuts?" He whispered. "Who is there?!" The voice bawled again. One of the zombies started sniffing around again as the owner of fhe voice started walking toward where Willow and Igor were hiding. *.* Tabitha and Jasper alighted from their car, it was 9 PM by now and the breeze outside was cool.

Thus, the promise at the first of September started at the grass field, below the oak tree were two people that had bonded deeper than tree roots, made a promise unto one another. But do all things go in our favor? Not all things end in our favor, even knowing what future lies ahead of us. September 27th, Year XXXX "The festival will be starting on 30th, Glad I am done with all the preparations," Paul mumbled while checking the calendar, the rain was pouring so hard outside, and it seems that it will stay till tomorrow. Then, he checked his guitar, finding if it needs fixing. Despite the rain pouring from the roof, the atmosphere was oddly quiet, only the sound of thunder and rainfall envelo

The wind blows is quite different from other seasons leaves fell off the ground some people wearing jackets the trees look like dying but it is just an autumn Mike is sitting alone at the park while his coffee is on his side he planned to travel afar for work seems he want just to skip for this year at this place he feels the wind blows like his last day at this place. Later on that he calls Angel as the phone rings she answers "hey love how are you doing? yeah... by the way, are vacant tonight? I would like to take you out since it is the first month of autumn okay see you well it's okay, of course, I can wait yeah love you see you later love." Then Mike sips his coffee and thinks to visit

We turn at the same time to see Luka stepping out from the forest, his gold-tinted curls blowing about his face, his brown eyes wide with wonder at the sight of the river. He walks past, still not seeing us. Darius and I look at each other, then scramble up to follow him. Luka stops at the top of the river embankment. He passes his hand over his eyes. When he drops his hand again, he opens his eyes and they are a milky grey colour. The glow disappears from the sky and in the darkness a full moon rises. Not just any moon. I recognize this moon. So pale, so clear, it appears as if behind a layer of ice. The first full moon of the new year. The Wolf Moon.