Reads By The River Novels & Stories

Summer focused on her journal, while River focused on the story book that Summer lent him. Occasionally, Summer hummed a little. Occasionally, River giggled. However, there was no interaction between them until River closed the book he had finished reading. "Summer, are you done?" River asked while tilting her head, checking what Summer had written. Summer shook her head. "Not yet. I still have to write a few more things. Have you finished reading my book?" River nodded. "Yes, this is a very good book. I don't believe you said your book didn't sell. I think your book deserves to be displayed on the bestseller shelf. Your adventures are so exciting and funny. Is it true that your favorite she

" Jimmy sighed and continued to do what he's doing. Alex swam and swam as the soothing waters pierces his soft but now rugged skin, removing all its painful experiences from the past battles away. The cold temperature is perfect for the day. I can't believe I'm feeling this again, I went here when I first came here in this world, alone. Just wandering around and happened to encounter this beautiful river that we can only see in textbooks and internet for it has been long polluted by the earlier generations, living us with nothing but man-made structures. Alex thought. Alex thought or relaxing, and he lied openly on the river's water, letting the current take him wherever they do. When he sta

She crosses to the window now, close enough that her breath fogs a small circle on the glass. Below her, forty-one floors down, the river runs green-black under the bridges, barges cutting slow wakes through water that never quite loses the chemical bite of the dye plant upstream. Somewhere down there a busker works a saxophone against the wind, notes snatched away half formed before they reach this high.

The Rancher's Heart Copyright © InamorataFeels 2022 This novel is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental Blurb: Looking to get over a betrayal and layoff, Everest Prue Camara goes to the small town of Lucerne-Alpane County to find recluse, and hopefully, discover a new passion. When fate puts her up as a neighbour with a single father, Everest is determined to not fall for the handsome rancher. Especially not when his six-year-old had wormed her way up her heart already.

- "Finally!" River recites excitedly as he leans back on the couch, dropping the last of the merger files atop his new glass-top centre-table. His new apartment was serene, simple, and the living room in the large space gives him a certain kind of peace. A smile etches across his face, but it fades as he hears the loud blare of the doorbell, clamorously bellowing throughout the apartment. River's heart palpitates loudly as he is jolted back into reality. His eyebrows furrow as he rises from the large, beige, leather couch- staggering as he walks to the door. River turns the locks and twists the knob to swing the door open.

She was building with light. "She's doing the pattern again," a voice said. River walked into the room. He was five now. He didn't wear the cape anymore—it hung on a hook in his room, retired but respected—but he carried his lamb tucked under his arm like a football. He sat down next to Aurora. He looked at Grace in the bassinet. He touched the baby’s hand gently. "She's sleeping," River whispered. "She is," Aurora said. "She likes the quiet." "Hope isn't quiet," River observed. "She's thinking loud."

I made my way to my favorite bench, situated perfectly off the river trail, where I could sit and lose myself in thought. The gentle rustle of pages turning in a book was a familiar comfort here, as I'd spent countless hours reading and watching the world go by. The trail was always bustling with people, their footsteps and murmured conversations a soothing background hum. But it was the river that truly calmed my mind, its gentle flow a constant reminder of the beauty and tranquility that existed beyond the shadows. As I settled into the bench, the canopy of shade above me seemed to deepen, enveloping me in a cool, tranquil atmosphere. With a swift motion, I snapped my fingers, and a book m

"Uhm sometimes, the Alpha overworks us." "I don't think i like our Alpha very much," Ro huffed. "No, i mean i overwork myself too much. Appreciate the alpha, he's a great person," he said quickly, making Ro look at him skeptically. "So you found the river at the library?" he continued speaking. "I read about it there. The river is the only place that comes from the Artemis waterfalls. I heard that place is beautiful," Ro sighed. "It is," he replied absentmindedly. "Hmm how do you know?"

His promises to me were as fragile as bubbles, vanishing into thin air. When I was ten, the River family adopted me. My father and Rowan's dad, Patrick River, had been good friends. When my father was diagnosed with cancer, he entrusted me to Patrick before he passed. When I first arrived at the Rivers household, everyone except Patrick was cold to me. Since I was adopted, the maids and even Rowan's mother thought it was unnecessary to show me any respect. I had to tiptoe around, just trying to survive in that house.

It was like he didn't hear me enter the bedroom. River finished the paragraph he was on before he glanced up at me. “Reading,” he said. River looked down, but then his head snapped back up. The book dropped from his hands, and his lips parted. Even though he laid on his stomach with his ankles crossed, I saw his chest rise and fall. His breathing became erratic as his eyes explored me head to toe.