Pieces Of Her Novel Novels & Stories

She staggered back toward the stone wall and sank to her knees, sketchbook clutched against her chest. Her mind reeled. Not dreams. Not imagination. Memory. Rewritten. Fragmented. The house hadn’t just chosen her, it had always been calling her back. She remembered the first scene she wrote for the manuscript. A girl watching from behind a mirror, unseen by the world. She’d thought it poetic. Invented. But it hadn’t been. It had been real. And she’d left Lenore behind once before. Theo knelt beside her. He didn’t speak. Just waited.

From that day on, it was just the two of them, who would support each other. Her income as a novelist made it easy for her to adapt to her new life. Using her royalty money, she was able to buy a small, quiet house. The perfect place to help her concentrate on her work as a novelist, saving her the trouble of getting her new book out every year. "Speaking of which, I really enjoyed the book you recommended," the seller spoke, not realizing that Sandra's thoughts had diverted to the dark life of her past. “I have finished the second book. If I'm not mistaken, you said there were three books in the series, right?”

It was one of her favorite novels; VERITY BY COLLEN HOOVER. Not long before Christiana's life took a drastic turn, she borrowed the book from one of her workmates and had only read five chapters of the book before she was kidnapped. But she couldn't deny that only the first chapter of the book got her so hooked that she couldn't put it down. And now, the silly women ended up forgetting she was supposed to only take a peek and leave. She became so engrossed in the novel she was reading that she didn't hear the bathroom door creaking open. Well, not until...

She just lay there, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. On the third day, she finally got up. She went to my room and pushed open the door. Everything looked exactly the same. The desk drawer was still open. Pieces of my sketchbook covered the floor. My bed was still unmade, the pillow dented where my head had been that morning. She crouched down and started picking up the pieces. One by one. She spread the torn pages across the desk and pieced them together like a puzzle.

I sat myself down on the thin bed she had on the floor, seeing an alarm clock that had a setting of 3:30 am while she had a few books scattered throughout the area. 'The Great Gatsby' 'Nicholas Nickelby' 'Catcher in the Rye' along with a few I didn't recognize, yey they were all classics. All things that just showed how truly remarkable she was. Thumbing through the novels I was taken aback by the amount of notes she had within the margins, she was truly a remarkable person, brilliant at that. Her compassion through her hardships, her sheer unwavering love or want to be kind to others even when shunned for most of her life just proves that she was always meant to be Luna, my Luna.

- KILLIAN - I close my novel and stretch my arms. This book ended nicely. It was no way romantic or filled with any sort of illusion of love, just a great story line with good action and gore. My type of thing. My gaze falls on the lady by my side. On a normal day, she’d be asleep but she’s not. It’s been hours if I’m not mistaken and she hasn’t moved an inch from her position on the bed, nor is she reading so why on earth is she awake?

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

I look at him , with questioning eyes. “She’s gone…” he says to me sorrowfully. I feel my heart fall from my chest – she’s gone? Why would she run away? Take a wild guess…Xavier’s voices in my head “Jared…Find her..please…” I say letting go of him , I watch him nod at me and runs down the passage screaming commands in his arm. I run with my super speed to her room , I look around noticing what a big difference the room is when she is not her. I walk around looking for her duffle bag , if it is gone – so is she. Unfortunately , the duffle bag is gone. I look at her open closet – the clothes I bought her still remain , however the clothes she had brought is gone. My shoes trample on something

I'm starting a new novel! I'm so excited to share with you guys the other novel I've been plotting lately. Queen Of Ace What is this novel all about? =If you haven't read my first novel, His Fragile Flame, I uploaded in this app, this is only "a part" of it but can be read as "stand-alone". This story was written in different character's perspective and her back story before His Fragile Flame. You don't have to read the first book to understand this novel, and I think it's better if you read this before that because HFF has spoilers.

Her laptop was down, making the possibility of working on her novel nonexistent, and having an off day from the diner. They had been late on the N*****x bill, so flipping through it didn't seem like a bad idea at the time. She was flipping aimlessly through it and was stopped by a pair of heels a model was wearing. She had never been much of a fan of shoes before but they were a pair she would have loved to wear one day. Or in her case, try on, but never in a million years did she think she would actually get the chance to.