Solangelo Book Moments Novels & Stories

Lewis sat behind the desk, one part of him focused on the book in his hand. The other part was far away from his father's mini library in which he sat. The book he was reading was on medical surgeries. And frankly, he didn't find it boring despite the complicated terminologies that basically made up half of it. He'd walked in to have some peace and quiet after last night. But somehow, his mind hadn't left that rooftop. He'd made Solene smile for the first time since they reconnected. And though she'd tried to force it back, he'd seen it—subtle, but it was there.

ROMAN The moment the red circle’s glow brightened around us, I cried out, my knees hitting the ground hard. Agony followed. It was as though the blood in my veins had been replaced with fire. My skin itched and burned, turning me rabid. "Roman!" Solana sobbed, dropping with me, her arms wrapping around my shoulders as I folded forward. I barely registered anything but the pain and the consuming itch. I could feel the thing inside me waking fully, stretching, and clawing.

Dear Readers, As I close this book, my heart is full. Writing Selene: A Journey from Shadows to Light has been one of the most vulnerable and transformative experiences of my life. When I first imagined Selene, she was not just a character on paper—she was a reflection of resilience, of pain and triumph, of the countless ways we are shaped by what we endure. In many ways, her journey mirrors not only pieces of my own story but also pieces of so many people I’ve met along the way.

Leon lowered his head and spoke in a choked voice, "I feel so awful, Xandra. When I go home, the place is empty. There are traces of you everywhere. There's the coffee machine you bought, the flowers you took care of on the balcony, and the bedding you picked out… "But now, no one uses the coffee machine. It's covered in dust. The flowers on the balcony have withered without anyone watering them. The bed feels cold, as there's only me lying there now. The scent you left behind is fading.

It was going to be worse. For the umpteenth time that afternoon, Harold placed his hand on his bag and sluggishly pulled it along, behind him, as he walked to the hostel's entrance. When Harold got to the door, he sighed and paused for a while as he remembered how the trouble began last session, in his first year. Just like this session was turning out to be, it was on the day of his arrival.

"Yes, we are. And we're going to enjoy it." TBC 1010 word count. Xoxo... we're almost done. My book L'Angelo Dell Terrore Is out now on Goodnovel. Pls add to library lovelies. 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 1

Soren squeezes my hand, “the uncertainty will be like a shield for us. It is a move that Bianca and her rogues are not expecting.” I slowly nod to myself, turning my gaze away as the car begins to move. It is quiet between the two of us for the first couple of minutes. I reach out and turn on the car radio, filling in the awkward silence. After awhile, though, my hands begin to wander back to the book that sits on my lap. The pages call for me, wishing for me to open it and to discover the photos and memories that I have never seen before. The tips of my fingers graze against the leather-bound book. There are a few scratches in the material, the leather worn from the years of being inside Do

You can return anything to any of the other libraries. Once Sally was outside, she opened the book. Flashes of images starting running through her mind like a video on fast forward. Only these were images of the scrolls and certain symbols stood out to her. She was vaguely aware of her team trying to reach her, but it was like the book stole their speed. They were moving slower than in slow motion. The book was giving her the answers she needed and when it was done, she fell to the pavement and started to scream. Her head was pounding worse than a migraine.

She looked at the book, and then she looked at the sky. ​The sun was beautiful. But in the very center of the sun, there was a tiny, dark spot. A spot shaped like a keyhole. ​"Dante," June whispered. "What happens if the dream is not over? What happens if the dream is only the first ingredient?"

The Solarion hums deep in the bones of the Sanctum, drinking suns to rip the heavens open at my word. Soon. Three days—no, less. Soon I will hold a weapon fit for gods. Soon Kael will see what his absence made of me. And when he does, he will not find the girl who once loved him. He will find the light that devours worlds. For I am Solara. The last dawn. The fire that breaks empires. And the sky has already begun to burn.