Paradise Found Book Novels & Stories

I let out a deep sigh at my weakness. "You have to read this book, Aron. I stumbled upon this book while browsing the market for new, worthwhile novels to read. Learn to find harmony in all aspects of your life and overcome guilt and desperation. I'm sure this book will help you with that." I retrieved the book from her hands. "Where to find peace?" The book's title drew me in. I don't typically read spiritual novels, but there's something about that book title that makes me want to read it right away.

I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”

Iris I stood and stared at the stack of books that I had left in months. I have lost the motivation to find out the truth. I had given up, but something about these recent issues made me want to reopen the boom. To find out those hidden things that I have left hidden. I traced my finger on the dusty books while sipping my coffee slowly. What will happen when I retake the case again? This time it was for Ian, but for my sanity. I had to know; there was a lot to find out.

'Do you know what's going on? Before I could answer all I saw was black. No. They couldn't have. How?I snap our eyes open and call to Hetty again. 'Please be here Hetty, I can't live without you.' Nothing. I stare at the blue sky above through the leaves of the trees overhead. I start to become aware of what is around me. I hear insects. Eli called them cicadas. How did I not hear them before? Their chirps consume the air around me. I look to the left and see the flowers Carla had in her hair, only they're bigger. They hang from the branches of a tree just as they hung from her clip. I try to roll over to get up. I've never controlled Hetty's body before, it's awkward.

Taking the album from her hand, I gestured for her to lie down. “I’ll keep this!” I said and stood on my feet, letting her slip under the duvet. Then, walking to her closet, I kept back the photo album where she used to keep them. There my eyes went to that leaflet that she had kept safe to date. It was the same leaflet Papa had brought to her, promising that one day this beautiful place would be hers. I felt my lashes moistening up, reading the heading. ‘Paradis d’Amour—A Paradise for love!’ was written in bold letters. My fingers caressed the silvery texture of this beautiful calligraphy, having similar emotions hitting me once again.

POV - GABRIELLA SANGRIENTO I shut my eyes as tight as possible against the agitation that tried to intervene upon my black personal madness. "Everything alright?" Abelard queries worriedly. I open my eyes and sigh, placing the teacup back on the coffee table. Standing up from my seat, I stressfully drag my body to the balcony, when I lean my body against the black railings I take in the beautiful night sky view of Paris. "Gabriella?" Abelard's soft voice calls out my name.

The smell of sweat and sex was heavy in the air around me. I was content and nothing outside this room mattered anymore at this moment. Lying naked in each others arms, on what used to be a nice couch, I couldn't imagine being with anyone else ever again. We have marked each others souls and there was no turning back. I could never leave him , he was truly my better half and made me feel whole. I had no idea this is how having a mate felt like, the time we wasted fighting against each other could have been time better spent.

The white house, the wooden deck, the beach, the ashes of the bonfire, and the endless sea. She didn’t say anything out loud, but she made a silent vow: I will return. And she was certain that the island, in some mysterious way, had heard her. Paradise was not a place you abandoned. It was a state of being you carried with you forever—a promise engraved on the soul that true love, in all its forms, always finds its way back home.

his mother hissed "It's completely normal to feel dormant when seeing someone you haven't seen for two years. Don't capitalize on it! Give yourself some more time with her. You have known her better than those gold-diggers lurking on the streets of Willow-ridge. She will make a good wife!" "You said that two years ago, mother!" Ian raised his voice, annoyed "You said she is a good person. You said she is better than the other women in Willow-ridge! You said she is the only person who can ever really love me! But look at me! Look at me, mom I'm a mess!" "I'm a horrible mess! She changed me! She hurt me so deeply that I cannot trust anyone and anything anymore! She destroyed me and left me in

In the middle of the paradise that our God has given you, you could be easily tempted by such storms. Ericka's conscience is eating away at her because she is surrounded by a lot of temptations and opinions that she has already buried in her stomach. The blow of the turbulent windstorms that strike the stainless steel protecting the passenger bus loaded in the enormous passenger ship across the ocean separating the regions of the island she hopes to give her paradise allows her to let them out. Ericka is currently trying to figure out why she continues to live in this small, meaningless world that she has thought of as her paradise since she was a young child.