Saudade Book Novels & Stories

A chapter seems too small to explain my experiences in the world it's use this platform, but if you get to read up to this point, I'm saying a very big thank you. Sonia's Saudade might be placed on hold soon; as other books will become my priority to work on between now and the end of this year. But I'd be bringing in some new short stories, should God help me. Tell me how this story has been so far. How are you liking the characters?

“Wow, hi to you too, sis. Why the hell do you look like you’ve been thoroughly fucked ?” "WHATTTTT," Sade said as she clutched the items in her arms tighter, trying to sound casual. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at your apartment?” Madison shrugged as she stepped inside, closing the door behind her. “I left a book here last week and couldn’t find it at home. Figured I’d swing by and grab it.” She narrowed her eyes at Sade. “Why are you acting so damn weird?” Sade laughed nervously. “Weird? I’m not acting weird.”

Gabriella’s POV “We're sorry, I'm sure the book is here, but covering this section will take a week.” “Oh no, I don't have that much time to wait. Let's keep searching, please,” I urged them. I scoured the shelves one by one, yet still found nothing about Dedusa. Dedusa, where is your history hidden? Why did you choose my daughter at first sight to be the vessel for your evil spirit? There must be a way to rid ourselves of you for good. I remained focused on my search for the book, spending up to two hours in pursuit. Some of the others grew weary, but they didn't stop searching. Then, a different book caught my eye. When I opened it, I discovered it was empty. What a waste of time and effor

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

He thought about Catalina with her first translation and Farber teaching German and Reyes finding what she was for and Brauer in Copenhagen with his family and Petra in Munich beginning and Tomasz about to begin and all the people not yet come through the room with its own entrance, the ones the foundation would reach through Vandermeersch's working group recognition and Elian's second novel's acknowledgment page and the slowly, carefully, correctly expanding network of people who knew the right direction existed. He thought about Selene with her Geneva espresso and thirty years of patience finally producing what she'd been building. He thought about the Cardiff library, second floor, left s

I smiled broadly and extracted it from the shelf with both hands. The more I stared at the caption of the book, the more I thought of A. J. Baby. “The Art of Seduction by Robert Greene”, I whispered as I handed the book to the shop keeper absent-mindedly. “I’ll give you Four Thousand Naira for the 2009 Guinness Book of World Records, One Thousand Seven Hundred Naira for the novel and Two Thousand Naira for The Art of Seduction. We haggled for a while, and I turned to leave the shop and the shop keeper, so he could keep his books to himself. I stepped out of the book shop and walked two steps from the entrance, when he rushed towards me pleading.

“They’re not even real, Sades.” Vida reached for the bookmark inside the pocket of her Burn’s Bar uniform and carefully placed it in between the pages. She took a deep breath and replied. “I know that. I’m just interested about their lives being a demigod, you know?” She knew that Tessa was genuinely curious as to why she was so invested in this book. Nobody actually really knows the real reason behind why she loves to read aside from Tessa. It was her escape from reality. Something she can call home whenever she hops from one apartment to another.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

I walked away clapping and glancing at the audience who had watched our little show, then finally headed toward the book and craft stalls, which were precisely what I had come for. I entered an aisle of large blue and black shelves holding countless manuscripts. I managed to buy several, and surprisingly, at the end of the landing, there was a section for the international community with books translated into multiple languages. I didn’t hesitate to pick up titles in English and Spanish, thrilled to see works by Canadian author Sylvain Reynard and South Americans like the great Ernesto Sábato, the trilogies by young Carlos Da Silva, the series by the wonderful Venezuelan writers Miriam Meza