Tumbleweeds Book Novels & Stories

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

They were both taken aback, Cwena looked up at the window to see if anyone was there and Gerey stared at the door, expecting anyone to come in at that moment. “I'm the book you dolts!” the book said in a boring, matter-of-fact voice, “you didn't expect me to be a dumb book that bears the tickles of an inked feather tingling on its pages do ya?!” “Uhm, no - no. Not at all,” Cwena put in mildly, trying hard to hide the look of disbelief at what she could see right before her, on the gathered hay. The book remained silent, twisting its lips like a female putting on a gloss, “Well, I'm Cwena Engow, and this is Gerey -”

We move fast, ignore the building anxiety that soon it will be pitch black and hope we are heading somewhere less rural, that maybe there’s a house at the end of this trail. “This place is weird” I point out when we stop again and wait for the birds to move, kicking away dead tumbleweed that’s grazing my ankle and taking note of the terrain that’s way too abundant in plants for the desert like soil beneath us. It’s almost mystical in itself that something seeming so dry and arid can have so much vegetation.

They knew better. I remember one day when Venus came home from school and she walked straight past Zeus without even looking at him. This was a few months before we left for training. Venus had just turned twelve at the time. After bribing her with chocolate chip cookies and chocolate milk he got her to tell him what was wrong. Apparently a group of boys at school were always picking on her about not having any friends. Normally she handled it well. Able to give it right back to them. Venus had always chosen to keep to herself. We knew she thought friends were a waste of time. She was constantly studying, or reading, or just listening to music. She said friends would come later, but for rig

Michael's pov - As I sit in my office, surrounded by the trappings of success, my thoughts drift towards Tuberose. It has been two months since her book was published, and its impact on my life has been nothing short of remarkable. My business has soared to new heights, and her words have resonated with millions of readers worldwide. The book has become a sensation, selling three million copies in just two months, making it the best-selling book of all time. I owe a debt of gratitude to Tuberose for this incredible achievement.

Her head was spinning with contradictory feelings: rage, hopelessness, guilt, and a great loss. She couldn't stay somewhere she wasn't wanted, but she couldn't stand the thought of leaving her family. But perhaps everyone would benefit from leaving, she concluded. Isabella needs time to heal; I have to rebuild my life. Sharon packed a small rucksack including basics for Ethan and herself as the evening progressed. She moved gently, careful not to wake anyone. She carefully took out a small paper and pen to write the note she intended to leave behind, but it seemed so difficult; it was the toughest challenge.

she explained, her gaze fixed on Becca. "Last year, when I was in Africa, my colleague Dr. Tunde found this book," she continued, opening the weathered tome. Its pages were worn, and some were torn, but what caught our attention was the strange writing adorning them. "I've been researching how to translate it for months, trying to piece together each word, hoping they'll make sense. Until I figured it out. This isn't a normal book. It contains facts about werewolves," she revealed.

In her hands, she held a very beat-up copy of ‘Of Mice and Men. “Oh, Harriet! Thank you!” I squeezed my best friend before clutching the book to my chest. She grinned at me before she turned back to run back to where Matt was. I found my feet leading me back towards the creek. Away from the burned buildings, away from the chard remains of the carnival, and away from the dead. The thought of the packhouse was suffocating on a carefree regular day. Now there was over three times the amount of people shoved in there. For some reason, I felt like the creek was where I should be, like something in my gut was pulling me there.

Miss Flora said and in seconds Heedah ran back to us, her hands empty. " What about the book? " Jasper asked in shock " I couldn't find it , it's gone " Heedah cried out " Someone took it " ( Jake's pov ) " Are you sure this is the main book they were talking about? " Dad asked staring at the half torn book and I handed over to him. " Seeing the way it was hidden, it's it, Heedah wouldn't hide something that has no value that way " I laughed and dad nodded " Now, who are we going to make a deal with? " Dad's brow curled up T. B. C

For a second, I’m tempted, but then another wave of heat erupts in my chest, and I lose my nerve. “Tell me about the other books,” I say instead. “The other books?” I nod. And as I tuck my knees to my chest and wind my free arm around my knees, breathing through the stuffiness that’s getting more unbearable by the minute, I listen to the most garbled plot summaries I’ve ever heard in my entire life. “Okay. See, there’s this one with a man and his nephew. And they journey to the center of the earth. And there are dinosaurs. And a tornado? Shit—” The brow furrows again. “It might have been a tsunami. Something like that.”