Stories About Autumn Novels & Stories

"Oh. Right." They settled in front of the desk. Autumn pulled a thick book from one of the shelves and placed it in front of Callie with a soft thud. The cover was old, the leather cracked and worn, like it had been opened a thousand times by a thousand different hands. Autumn started pacing, her hands clasped behind her back. Callie opened the book and began flipping through the pages slowly, taking in the strange drawings and symbols. "A long time ago," Autumn began, her voice taking on the cadence of someone telling a story they'd memorized, "the ancient wolves were growing extinct. Threats came from all sides… different species, humans, vampires. Everyone wanted us dead or enslaved or co

"And Autumn?" "Autumn is a victim, she claims to love Xavier but not enough as she fell into Mahalia's manipulation so easily but then again, I won't blame her, her brother was dying and she needed to save him, Mahalia was the only one who could. She said and I quote "I won't trade my brother's life for some puppy love" she loves Jared too much but he's nothing but a ludicrous flirt. Here we are!"

" When she was younger, Autumn used to envy Luna deeply. She had parents and brothers who adored her, like a fairytale princess brought to life. She remembered when she and her mother first moved out—she was only five. Every night she cried and threw tantrums. Her mother worked a street stall during the day and still had to soothe her to sleep at night. Her mother gave up her dreams, clipped her wings, just so Autumn could one day fly. Back then, she couldn’t understand why her home no longer felt like hers, why her father and brothers had suddenly become someone else’s. On her mother’s deathbed, she waited the entire day, staring at the door, hoping her brothers would come.

Yet holding on to her dreams, despite everything, gave her hope. After leaving the house to buy supplies, Autumn felt the cool breeze against her skin and admired the Madhfel scenery. She reflected on her childhood, having lost both her parents before she could even remember their laughter. Aunt Rose's old house was filled with silence, louder than any storm, and each day felt like a test. There was no room for fairy tales—Autumn’s life was unvarnished, and she learned that turning away from the truth only left her stumbling in the dark.

Autumn arrived in Oakhaven with a sharp, brisk wind that turned the leaves in the forest behind our house into a beautiful, burning tapestry of gold and deep red. It was a melancholic change, but it didn't feel lonely. Instead, it felt like the house was finally settling into its own rhythm. We spent our evenings by the fire, but now, instead of talking about the things we were running from or the fears that used to keep us awake, we started planning for the winter. It was a new kind of preparation, one that felt hopeful.

Instead, the moon sat high above the house, lighting up only half the yard. A falling leaf caught her eye. Autumn really was beautiful. Maybe her second favorite season—rainy season was number one. To her, autumn was about letting go. Every year, trees lost something precious, mourned that loss, and found comfort under soft white snow. But in the end, new leaves always grew back. Autumn reminded her that even when someone leaves, life doesn’t stop—it keeps going. But her kids totally disagreed. Their favorite season was winter. Two big reasons: snow and Christmas. And no, it wasn’t just about the presents—well, maybe a little—but mainly because they treated Christmas like their official “Pra

Her voice was soft with guilt and I pulled away quickly. "No sweety. Your a good girl. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise ok?" She nodded. "Good. Now what do you want to do first?" °°°°° Autumn had told me all about how she spent last year's Christmas in her grandma's cabin home in London. She had made friends with a lot of reindeers that season and even got to name them. It was delightful to watch her talk about little things that she's done and want to do.

She wanted to show her father that she was capable of making her own decisions and not screwing up. But just when she successfully leaves her past behind, she's caught up in another whirlwind which threatens to deem everything she's known a lie. Justin Black and his friends see Autumn and they find that she was perfect for what they were planning, given that it was her father they wanted to take revenge on. Autumn learns a shocking truth about a scandal involving a murder and her father, and persistently denies it. But apparently they have proof. All Autumn wants to do is the right thing. If her father is innocent she gets to say 'I told you so' and if he's really a cheating murderer then sh

She had to move slowly because it was so stiff. Above her birds were chirping in the trees and a cool fall breeze was blowing gently through her hair. Cara loved evenings such as this. Autumn was her favorite time of year. Not just because of her birthday, either. There were so many other reasons. This time of year was still warm enough for so many different outdoor activities, but not as hot as summer. She loved pumpkin patches and craved everything pumpkin spice! Hay rides and festivals, bobbing for apples, cider and pie, and the changing colors. Nature went from everything green to an explosion of color just before shaking it off for the drab, monotonous, blank canvas of winter. Cara love

"I Don't Want Anyone Else To Have Your HEART, Kiss Your LIPS, Or Be In Your ARMS Because That's Only My PLACE" MOHINI .. **A Few Days Later:** Autumn, the season of joy, was coming to an end. The colorful falling leaves, cool weather, and vibrant festivals that brought stunning warm shades of yellow and orange to nature were about to give way to the approaching winter. The weather was getting colder.