The Story Hour A Novel Novels & Stories

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

I begin to stand up and grab the smaller hamper when Lorie begins to speak. "Um.. Layla?" She says hesitantly. "Yes." I reply back gently. "Can we read a book tonight?" She asks with pleading eyes. "Sure!" I reply. "What did you have in mind?" I ask as I approach the side of her bed. Slowly Lorie pulls a book out from under her pillow and hands it to me as I sit down on the bed next to her. The book is a mild chapter book and the label reads "Hank the Cowdog".

It's his first novel " I too had a love story." I start reading the book and the book is really interesting and it's almost 12:30 a.m. at night. So it's tough for me to put it incomplete but tomorrow I have to join my college on time so I put the book in my bag so I can read it in college when I get the time. In the morning I wake up on time and get ready for breakfast. My roommates and I went for breakfast in the mess. After breakfast when I come back we go for a bath one by one.

“I won’t get another chance, at least not for a while.” “Be my guest,” Barbara answered watching as the kids saw their former storyteller. They all cheered and rushed to her, hugging her and talking at once, forgetting the library rules of no talking. Sandra smiled happily to them as she led them to the carpet in the corner and took up her seat. She accepted the book one of the children handed her, a book they had been reading in class. Sandra smiled and turned to page ninety of Huckleberry Finn and began reading. Creighton arrived a short time later, followed by Papa and Nana. He immediately recognized his wife’s lilting tone and smiled as he watched her reading to the children. She looked

They could be making up the entire story just to enchant me into my death. "That's an interesting name. I bet you don't get a name like that without a story to go with it," Aiden says. "I don't know the story. We will find out on the tour. Breakfast ends and with it a sense of urgency to go to my father's library. I find the book that I was embarrassed to read in front of Aiden and pick it up. It's about to get saucy and heavy in my novel that's the way I like it. I read for the next several hours until the lunch bell rings. I set a timer in the kitchen and it's time for me to prepare our picnic.

She scolded herself before returning to the book. Alistair returned shirtless— Sera silently thanked the Goddess for that—, and got into the bed to listen to her story. The book was a Romantic one, a story of a man who was determined to win the love of his cold and rebellious crush. It was a thrilling tale full of passion and love. Soon enough, Sera found herself engrossed in the book she was forced to read. The words seemed to transport her to another world, and when she finally glanced at the clock, she was startled to see that it was already midnight.

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE

The novel has 52 chapters including the prologue and epilogue. I closed my laptop before I walk out of my room, I look at Janine and Shia who are eating their chips while they are watching. “Oh, hi!” Janine greeted me when she noticed me. “You didn’t tell me that you’re going here,” I say, I sit beside her. “Is it required?” she asks, I laugh, “I’m watching with my friend, I don’t want to talk to anyone,” she added before she look at the TV again. Shia looked at Janine.

“Good morning, Arabella.” “Morning,” I said, distracted. She glanced at the book in my hands and smiled. “Something special?” I nodded, though I wasn’t really sure how to explain it. “It’s… yeah. It’s something.” She passed me a plate of fruit and warm bread, already knowing I wasn’t going to sit and eat like a proper person. I muttered a thank you, tucked the plate against my hip, and walked out—still reading. The story was a sweet love story. Between two really different people. It was bittersweet.

I said, then shooed them away. A couple of minutes after they left, while I had immersed myself in the book I was reading, I felt a presence hover over me. Judging from the way the person’s shadow practically covered my entire figure, I could tell it was a man. I put my bookmark on the page I was reading, closed the book, then took off my sunglasses and looked up to see who it was that had decided to disturb my peace. “Colleen Hoover,” he said, reading the name of the author of the book in my hands. “My sister loves her books”.