Providence A Novel Novels & Stories

I was close enough to the stage to hear Sophia encouraging her, “Caroline it makes sense you know what needs to be done and now you have the power to do it. Just be who you are a natural-born leader.” “Agreed Caroline, this is the perfect position for you,” Clara said as she squeezed her hand. “I can’t wait to make your dresses!” She laughed and giggled. Caroline was still unsure but I saw Laura pull her in and whisper something to her at length. I didn’t ask what was said but whatever it was it brought Caroline’s shoulders up broader and prouder. I saw her at that very moment embrace what was gifted to her by the moon goddess and looked up to the moon as Caroline did thank her for the gift

My adoptive brother, Ryan Wellington, saved me from a car accident. When he woke up, he lost the memory of my parents ever finding me, their true biological son, or of anything that had happened since. He still believed he was their only son. He pointed at me and asked, "Who is he?" My mom, Tina Wellington, was originally holding my hand. When she saw how anxious he looked, she slowly let go. She said, "His name is Leon. He's just a distant relative who's staying with us." My dad, Joseph Wellington, and my older sister, Claire Wellington, went along with it. My fiancee, Natalie Evans, stood nearby and never mentioned our engagement as well. The doctor said he couldn't handle too m

The instinct to hunt and protect had been replaced by the peace of possession. The bond had stopped pulling because it had arrived. We were in a too-small apartment in a city that did not care about our names or our history, and we were exactly where we were supposed to be. The world outside could keep spinning and the headlines could keep shouting, but in the dark of Providence, we were finally home.

"Nay, Sir Walter," cried Mrs Clay, "this is being severe indeed. Have a little mercy on the poor men. We are not all born to be handsome. The sea is no beautifier, certainly; sailors do grow old betimes; I have observed it; they soon lose the look of youth. But then, is not it the same with many other professions, perhaps most other? Soldiers, in active service, are not at all better off: and even in the quieter professions, there is a toil and a labour of the mind, if not of the body, which seldom leaves a man's looks to the natural effect of time. The lawyer plods, quite care-worn; the physician is up at all hours, and travelling in all weather; and even the clergyman--" she stopt a moment

Shivering with cold, he gave himself up for lost and prayed to the gods, whom his mother had often told him about, to take him from this dreadful ship and let him escape the fatal illness. As, he lay there praying, he heard a slight noise in the rigging just above his head. Looking up, he saw a ball of fire running along a yardarm near the top of the mast. The sight was so strange that he forgot his prayer and stared with open-mouthed wonder. To his astonishment, the ball grew brighter and brighter, and then suddenly began slipping down the mast, all the time increasing in size. The poor boy did not know what to do or to think. Were the gods, in answer to his prayer, sending fire to burn the

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I wandered over to the window, pulling back the curtains to reveal a stunning view of the village below, its lights twinkling beautifully. As I watched the village and its peacefulness I made a short gratitude prayer to the goddess. I turned away from the window, surveying my new surroundings. Everything screamed majestic, royalty. It felt like I was on some sort of vacation. A glance at the big clock on the wall reminded me of the dinner appointment.

Grace sobered instantly, pressed her lips together, and gave a slight nod. She murmured a quick goodbye to her friends. Raphael’s hand remained steady on her waist as he guided her up. The moment she stood, her hand landed on his chest. Her heart skipped a beat. Her gaze wavered. Raphael looked down at her, waited for her balance to steady, then slid his hand up to her shoulder. His thumb brushed softly against her skin in slow, almost thoughtless strokes. Completely pulled into his orbit, Grace felt like she was melting. Her legs turned to jelly, like she was floating. Surrounded by his clean, familiar scent, the pounding bass of the nightclub faded away, replaced by the rhythm of his breat

He still felt cold all over his body, remembering his father's face, which was so angry at him. .... "Oh! What's going on here? Even though I wanted to surprise my brother, who forbade me to eat in the dining room with her family, it turned out that I was the one who was shocked by the damage to the Guinevere family from within. heh!" Catelyn said sarcastically, looking at Hera's face, who was wiping her tears, and Benedict's eldest daughter, who was holding the hand of her illegitimate child. She continued again, making Benedict walk towards Catelyn and pull her out.

It is a piece of my tranquility, a small everyday event that reminds me that everyday is a new beginning. I am walking in the aisle in between apple trees. The saccharine smell of the shiny red fruits never fails to excite me. I am casually taking a step while kicking those pebbles on the ground. I am only a few meters away from my home. Time seems to fly that fast. I remember leaving the Cildreth Demon Realm during the moon’s reign in the sky yet I arrived here at my hometown before dawn. I can somehow feel my legs starting to shake. I haven’t gotten any rest ever since I left my Pop’s home.