The Histories Novels & Stories

Althea stood at the mirror admiring the necklace. "This is beautiful." I laughed. "Are you okay now? You gave us a fright." "I'm fine. Have you seen Lily around?" "The doormat? I did see her. She was receiving a scolding though." "That's not nice. Lily is not a doormat she's just fragile." "Whatever you say" I spent the day in the library reading about lycans and werewolves. I just finished reading a book about their history. It wasn't very detailed. I returned the book to the shelf when the doors opened. A blue dress stood with her head bowed.

"She was... every man's dream woman and one man thought himself lucky to be her beloved but that relationship wasn't meant to be because she'd been destined for another by the gods." "Can I give it a title?" She looked up at him. "Sure." "How about Destined Hearts?" She beamed. "Or… His and Hers?" "Nice. I like it." "Go on." "Unfortunately... Her kingdom has been at war with another one for ages. They were so far gone that no one actually remembered the reason for the war in the first place." He said. "It came to a time when a hunter got carried away on his hunt, crossed the border into enemy territory and killed an animal on that land and he was beheaded."

Time would tell if the man matches the name, if he is as direct and uncomplicated as he sounds, atlesdt fits the bill from what Tabitha has told me about him As Tabitha disappears, the quiet bubble we created is instantly popped by a group of rowdy middle-schoolers looking for help with a history project. I take a deep breath, pushing the thoughts of "Cole" and "Single Motherhood" into a small box in the back of my mind.

I've attached book 2(the sequel for HIS) to book one, since it's difficult for you guys to find it on this site. This is the first chapter for the sequel, I hopeyou all enjoy. If you haven't already check out my book Theirs "How would that even work?" She asked looking at him. "I belong to you both and you both belong me," Jason replied his eyes not being able to leave hers, I smiled knowing the feeling. "Like a three way relationship?" She asked and he nodded.

My family, the Volkanov's, and his family, the Mennetti's, have been rivals for hundreds of years, going all the way back to Prohibition. At this point, I'm not even sure what the feud is about. I know Trish and I are on the same page and all we want to do is bury the hatchet. But nothing is ever that easy. There's so much history and hate which makes me wonder if it will ever be possible for our families to let go and move on.

He was ancient, spoke in a monotone, and expected me to memorize centuries of history in one afternoon. "House Rashad ruled for three hundred years," he droned. "Established trade routes with the eastern kingdoms. Created the currency system still in use today. Your great-great-grandmother brokered the Peace of the Three Rivers, ending a twenty-year war with the northern territories." "Can we maybe focus on recent history? Like, things that might actually help me not die?" "History is cyclical, Your Highness. To understand the present, you must understand the past." "I understand that people want to kill me. That feels pretty present."

Donna nodded in agreement before saying, "Yes. All employees too. They must know your history for the past 15 years but in personal cases, such as yours, they will go back further." I set down my coffee and calmly straightened out my blankets to avoid getting angry before I asked, "They?" I looked up at Donna and gave her a warning look before I asked, "Who are they?" Donna looked visibly uncomfortable. She stood up and placed the chair back before she said, "I think I should let Master Bo explain. He knows more about it than I do." She began to walk out of the room before I crossed my arms in frustration. I sat there staring at my food as Donna kept giving me reasons why she had to suddenly

'Noor ab tum hi batao' (Noor, you tell us) 'huh' she averted her eyes from him and looked at Amar and Hira who already were looking at her. 'Shah Jahan ne Taj Mahel 1625 mai banwa-' Ammar was cut off by Hira who quickly asked. 'Shah jahan ne 1935 mai banwaya tha na taj mahel?' wow what a question, she thought. she was busy remembering the correct date as she was very bad at history, she was about to speak when Arman cut in. 'both are incorrect, it was built in 1632, now shut up'. As they were registering his words, baray Abbu cleared his throat, everyone went silent as he did it to gain everyone's attention, then he continued