The Overstory Novels & Stories

"The mining project's not easy, but if you pull it off, it'll be a great way to earn their respect. What do you think?" I nodded with confidence. "Trust me, Dad. I won't let you down." I knew exactly what Langston was doing. After years of waiting in the shadows, how could he possibly accept losing the position of heir to me overnight? But that was fine. If he wanted to dig a hole for me, he'd better be prepared to fall into it himself. So, I accepted the project, and for the next two weeks, I was buried in work. When Claire showed up at the office with Caleb, I had just finalized the bid proposal and was about to attend a business dinner with the client.

Her fears became something else… Trapped in a tight position, surrounded by broken drywalls and bent metal rods, covering over them in an upside down V-shape. Almost like they were trapped inside a constricted cave. Over time, surrounding dust had accumulated and settled around them. But every time they moved just an inch, they would disrupt those dusty particles, and it would become like fallen snow floating throughout.

twenty-five acres of land with a massive five stories mansion built at the center surrounded by concrete fences with guards. Three years ago, when Ethan Hawke got chosen out of hundred men applying to be a servant in the house of Harrison Rider, one of the most powerful business tycoons in the country, he thought this was going to be a piece of heaven because the pay being offered was incredible, ten times better than what he could make at his old job and more, plus free meals and living quarter.

Those quiet, warm moments were rare. Now, the strawberries that had just ripened were ripped out by the roots, thrown aside, and trampled into the dirt. The garden beds had also been flattened and replaced with a newly installed hanging swing. The tree I planted two years ago had been cut clean in half, chopped into pieces, and hauled away. Even the orchids I used for decoration were all gone, replaced with bright, showy peonies. I rushed forward and demanded an explanation from the workers. That was when I found out it was all Sean’s order. Just to please Brittany and her parents, he had erased every trace of my past here and redecorated everything to her preferences. For that, Sean sure wa

Anderson walked out of his room into the creaking corridors of the second floor. The orphanage was a two-story building, and all the bedrooms were on the second floor. It was a very old orphanage, and everything was either very old and barely working or just broken down and collecting dust. Walking down the stairs, Anderson heard and felt it creak, causing him to slow his walk down. Although he knew, or more specifically, remembered that was how the stairs had always been, Anderson felt the memories that he had of his decade and something years he had been in the orphanage felt more like autopiloted than him actually experiencing it himself. It was like a murky layer had been removed from hi

I ask Tonya. “I bought it right after I got out of law school,” Tonya says. “It is a cute house. I have seen it from the resort. I have a good view of it from the eagle's nest,” I say. “The eagle's nest? What is that?” Tonya asks. “My video surveillance room, we call it the eagle's nest,” I say. “That is fitting. So just how much of my house can you see from your eagle nest?” Tonya asks. “Well, I cannot see into your windows, but I have a good view; if you ever have any problems, let me know,” I say to her.

For many days the storm continued. Highways were blocked up, while roads less frequented were rendered wholly impassable. The oldest inhabitants of Oakland had “never seen the like before,” and they shook their gray heads ominously as over and adown the New England mountains the howling wind swept furiously, now shrieking exultingly as one by one the huge forest trees bent before its power, and again dying away in a low, sad wail, as it shook the casement of some low-roofed cottage, where the blazing fire, “high piled upon the hearth,” danced merrily to the sound of the storm-wind, and then, whirling in fantastic circles, disappeared up the broad-mouthed chimney.

BENEATH THE FACADE Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits. Chapter 41 Caleb's POV: The first time I felt it—really felt it—we were sitting beneath the old neem tree behind Ava’s house. Just the three of us. Me. Ava. Alex. Like nothing had changed. Like time hadn’t pulled us in different directions and stitched new layers into our lives.

Jasper “Wow,” the Knave commented from behind him. “Look at this place.” The folly had been built as a conservatory in the shape of an octagon, the roof domed dramatically high overhead, and the floor an elaborate mosaic of brightly colored tiles forming flowers, leaves, and curling vines. Roses grew up the supporting pillars to the roof as a testimony to its origins, although they were the only things still growing there other than the marijuana plant in the bathroom that Jasper had brought home with him from college.

This was not it at all! "Do you like it?" he asked and sat on the parallel seat. I nodded in contentment. "Yes, I do. We could see the fire from the shore, the lights of the houses and stores from here, and the moon." And I could see the best look you have here. It sounded too successful to him. And at least, I admit it. I love seeing the happy Wren, the Wren who's always satisfied and the Wren who'd show what he truly feels.