The River Why Novel Novels & Stories

Klaus would think I stay there only for the pup. I went to the river for the first time since Jackson took me. I was nervous, and I sniffed the air, but there was nothing that smelled of danger around. Shift back and threw myself into the river. The water was cold, and I swam up and down until my muscles ached. I went back home and got a sandwich from the kitchen. I didn't feel like having lunch. I went to the bedroom and looked for an e-book to read on my new tablet. I chose “My Best Friend & I,” a short erotic story by A.P. Morgan that would take me all afternoon to read.

Mia's POV Something I could reach out and touch if I wanted to. I don't want to. The cigarette has burned down to almost nothing in my hand. A thin column of ash clinging to the filter, defying gravity, waiting for the slightest movement to fall. I watch it instead of watching him. Easier that way. Safer. The river keeps moving. That's the thing about rivers—they don't care about anniversaries or ex-husbands or all the complicated history that lives between two people standing too close on a cold October night. They just keep going. Forward. Always forward.

Elise wanted to ask the spirit regarding peony flowers. It was sunset when they reached the near falls. The river water was flowing rapidly and Elise had a hard time crossing it. Thanks to Rio for supporting her, Elise can manage to cross it without any accidents. Elise thought of continuing their journey by tomorrow morning and suggested they camp here. "We can start a fire here and continue to go tomorrow." "I’m so tired!" Elise massages her thin arms and legs. It was her first time climbing a mountain because even in her past life, she had never climbed a mountain. She's more of a beach person because gets tired easily.

I ask River quietly. River nods, “I think he tried to keep it a secret, and that is why we were never allowed to train. I also think he wanted to keep us weak.” Shutting the book so I can see the cover. It appears to be nothing but an old journal. Flipping the pages I search for an author but there does not appear to be one. Humming quietly to myself as I scroll through the pages, I grab the box of crackers and begin eating as I scan for anything else that could be important. I perch myself on the edge of the desk and carefully turn the delicate pages. I am consumed within the journal when I feel a pair of eyes on me.

He chatted with them, listening to their stories and telling them his own, before he stood up, and walked toward the new group of orphans from Asher's orphanage. It didn't take long for his eyes to go to the Luna's stomach once he realized the awkward way he was walking. His eyes narrowed in on the large round belly. His eyes snapped to the white haired person's eyes when they spoke to him. He immediately whimpered and ducked down, hiding behind whoever he could, terrified of this person. "Come here sweetheart, I promise I won't hurt you! My name is Noah, I'm the Luna here at River Pack. My mates are Alpha Michael, and Alpha Asher.

And River had always been one of the clearest books in the room, even when he tried pretending he wasn’t. He was one of the smartest people I had ever met. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. Sharp, calculating, and observant. He hid all of it behind a lazy smile and a bored expression. Emotions rarely slipped past his guard. Except now. River had watched me for years. Even as a child, he studied me the way a boy studies a role model. But he had never approached me like this. Never challenged me. Never let his emotions show. And the reason behind this reckless behavior was obvious.

’ She thought and sat up, her eyes drifted to the river and she remembered she saw dead bodies and heard cries and then pass out. “What... What is in that river?” She asked Hayden and he sat beside her. “Dead bodies.” He replied and her eyes widen in shock. “Dead bodies?” “That was what I just said.” He scoffed in response. “Why are there dead bodies in the river?” “Because that is where they are thrown, dead bodies from Mystic castle villagers are thrown into the water.” “But why?” “You should ask the King that.” He replied and she sighed. “How do you find comfort in a place like this?”

I ask again, speaking to the river as though it might answer. It feels… almost absurd, the way I talk to the river when I’m actually talking about myself . Would I have become this , if Varyn had kept me by his side, fighting with him ? Or did I become like this because of everything I’ve endured? Or was my origin—and fate—always meant to be this fatal? Just like this river… was I born to reveal pain, so that everywhere I go, disaster follows? Only a few days ago, Auren’s mother lingered by this poisonous river, even though all the villages had deserted it.

Suddenly recalling that Yvonne loved the river behind her house, Jackson rushed to the river. Yvonne took Yosef and Leo to the riverside. The development of South City could be said to be improving day by day, but the area where Yvonne lived had always maintained its old appearance from more than ten years ago. Because of poverty, it was not polluted. The water in the river was clear and the grass was green. Standing on the riverbank, one could see tadpoles and small fish swimming inside.

Jamie takes another deep breath, visibly overthinking how much she can tell me, then sighs again and another story follows. "Waterfall Bridge is not the only place created after that apocalyptic thunderstorm. Narrow River is a small village deep in the woods with a population of 250 people and receding. Some of the occupants of Waterfall Bridge believed the place will collapse, being created over a hole in the ground, so they sought help in the woods. The small river carelessly running in the depths of the forest, along with the forest itself was the perfect living place. Fishing, fresh water and the tall trees shielding the occupants, better than living on top of an endless hole, right? But