Solangelo Book Moments Novels & Stories

Alright, I can relate to this freaking corny book. I drank water while still reading and I choked after realizing what happened to the couple in the story after their argument. Cursing in my head, I continued coughing as I felt my neck getting hot because of some sensual images flashing in my mind. I remember Solana's body against mine after she jumped to me naked when she saw a cockroach. I remember the time we made out in our living area. I remember the taste of her lips and her lovely smell. My breathing hitched as I continued reading. The characters are now making love passionately.

The moon bathes us in silver, the well’s waters shimmering with approval. At dawn, I find the twins in the library, the Solara Chronicles open between them. “Can’t sleep either?” I ask, leaning against the doorframe. Silas looks up, his eyes heavy. “The book says Solara wolves can talk to the stars. Do you think I’ll learn how?” I sit beside him, tracing the ancient text. “Maybe. But you don’t have to be Solara right now. Just be my son.” Selene curls into my lap, her voice drowsy. “We’ll always be your babies, Mommy. Even when we’re kings and queens.”

This is a spin off of the book, showcasing what grief does to us and how it can change and affect our lives, and mental stability. > Noah's POV I woke to the soft warmth of sunlight streaming through sheer curtains, its glow spreading across my face like a gentle touch. For a moment, I stayed perfectly still, my mind blank and heavy, as if waking from a deep, dreamless sleep. The air was sweet, carrying the scent of wildflowers and salt, and somewhere nearby I could hear the low, rhythmic murmur of waves. It was unlike any morning I had ever known, too perfect, too still.

With him now sitting behind me, with me in between his legs, I leaned back. Now that I wasn’t thinking about things, regarding Caleb and my situation, it was easier to just be in the moment. It allowed me a chance to see that I fit perfectly with Caleb. It was like I was the missing puzzle piece. Getting back off track, I focused on the book. It took me a while, but after what felt like an eternity, I found what I was looking for. “That is weird.” I whispered as I read the words from the book in my head.

Caelum knew I liked to read(i don’t know how he knew that) so he brought me books every morning during breakfast. The sunlight poured through the glass, warming my skin as I turned another page. It was an old book. Books were easier than people. Books didn’t ask questions and they didn’t judge. Books didn’t look at the scars hidden beneath your clothes and decide what kind of monster you were. A small smile tugged at my lips as I continued reading. Then footsteps interrupted my peace and I wanted to slam my head int a wall. The universe couldn’t allow me happiness for too long. The footsteps stopped directly in front of me and slowly , I looked up and immediately regretted it.

I don't watch their reactions. We are in our own world. Our own universe. No one can possess it. No one can shatter it. This moment belongs to us. [THE END...] [End of Book 1]

BOOK 6: MY BOSS'S HUSBAND CAN'T RESIST ME CHAPTER 1: THE GOLDEN THRESHOLD ANITA'S POV I am practically bubbling with joy, a fizzy warmth rising in my chest until it feels like my skin itself might burst with light. This is one of those rare moments in life where everything feels aligned—the universe leaning in my favor, my stars finally tilting to smile at me. I stand in front of the Don Carlo residence, a tray balanced in my trembling hands, my heart hammering so loudly it might as well be knocking on the door with me.

on her neck. Soraia frowned as she touched it, then plucked it from her neck and held it in front of her eyes; the waning sun opened in its splendor, illuminating the star where Soraia read: "the world is a book of choices, and for you there will always be one. Everything had returned like an all-consuming ball of fire. But the worst memory that Soraia even wanted to be forgotten also returned - the day Julio Cesar raped and killed her.

The morning light spilled through the tall glass windows of Roth Enterprise, gold spilling over the marble floors. Selena clutched her notebook to her chest as she walked past the familiar rows of desks, the murmur of voices, the soft click of keyboards. Mondays were usually slow, heavy with yawns and coffee cups. But today felt different, like the air itself carried a pulse she couldn’t name.

The book was upside down for the first twenty before I noticed. Last night had settled into me the way significant things settled — not loudly, not with the drama of the moment itself, but quietly, in layers, the way sediment settled at the bottom of water that had been disturbed. I kept returning to the same points. His hands. The way he confronted Bianca. I pressed my fingers against my sternum. Stop it Sofia. Read your book. Right side up. A knock at my door. Not Valentina’s — too quiet. Not Matteo’s — too measured.