Wide-open Spaces Book Novels & Stories

Kayla's Pov: So let me tell you a little about myself: For as long as I can remember I have been alone, it has its benefits but mostly it can be so dam lonely, do not get me wrong I love living in the woods I feel so free, and I'm not one of them horses that are so proud of them self although I know I am something worth looking at, but Sadler that is not a good thing as it mean I attract so much attention to myself which I do not need or want.

At the marriage alliance banquet, Zachary Pendleton, the only son of General Alfred Pendleton, publicly declared that he had no interest in women. “I cannot enter such an alliance. Any young lady marrying me would be ruined by our union.” The hall lapsed into silence as all eyes turned to him at once. Still, Zachary stood there with an air of indifference, as though he saw nothing improper in his words. I studied him with curiosity and found my interest unexpectedly piqued.

It was because they were giving me space. Space attached to an invisible leash before they inevitably tugged me right back. My grip tightens around my phone as my stomach churns. I don't need to be a genius to realize I've stepped into something much bigger than myself. And for some sick, twisted reason the thought both terrifies and excites me.

Once in the garage, Sammy opens the old wooden cabinet on the wall and grabs the keys to her favorite quad hits the button to open the garage door. Sammy cranks up the quad and quickly closes the garage door behind her. Sammy begins the short drive across her family's ranch towards the Grant propert. Sammy catches herself, glancing towards the sky, thinking to herself, "The sky is gorgeous tonight! I can't recall a night so beautiful. It's so clear and full of stars!" She can easily point out the North Star along with the Big Dipper in the sky tonight, while the full moon is illuminating the sky around it.

The point of it is us. Everyone who is tending. Now and after. In the between. In the space. In all the ordinary days. Which are everything. She closed the notebook. She looked at the window. The April dark outside. The ridge present in it, invisible and permanent. She was here. She was home. She was beginning. End of Chapter Thirty-Three.

"And what about us? About everything we’ve built? The vows we took?" "Don’t act surprised, Lora….You were boring to me." "Boring?" I blinked, stunned. Ivy laughed behind him. "He needed someone exciting. Someone who knows how to satisfy a man." "Shut up!" I glared at her. "No, let her talk," he said, smiling towards her. "She’s saying what I’ve been too nice to say." I blinked, trying to stop the tears. "So what now? You're leaving?" He smirked. "No. I’m proposing an open marriage. You do you, I do me."

"Whatever you want, Aria. You’re the one with the green thumb. I’m just the guy who carries the dirt." As the stars began to flicker over the Oakhaven coast, the lights of the shop stayed on, a golden beacon in the twilight. The book of their war was closed, the pages filled with scars and silk. But the book of their life was just beginning—a story with no contracts, no debts, and an infinite bloom. THE END.

Luuk had a knack for making him lose his composure. " Describe your typical daily mood. Is your mood like a roller coaster, or is it pretty steady?" Mr Anderson continued. He refused to give up. "Steady." Luuk played with the corners of the book he grabbed from the table. The title read "Journey through space" a book written by " Adrian Whitehead" a popular adventurer in the space world. There was a rumor that only 3 of the books were printed, it is a rare book! And there's one casually lying on Ruben’s desk.

I walked out onto the balcony and looked down into the main studio. He was already at his desk, drawing. He looked so calm. "Caspian!" I called out. He didn't look up. "Go to sleep, Sera. You have a long day of research tomorrow." "I'm not tired!" "Then read a book," he said. "There’s a copy of The Ethics of Space on your nightstand. Read chapter four. It’s about how people grow to love their boundaries." I went back into the room and slammed the door. I looked at the bed, the quilt, the bookshelf. It was perfect. It was too perfect. It felt like I was living inside a photograph of my own life.

“Do you have somewhere in the house that is private?” “Mack, I think you came to the right place.” Haven laughed, and she looked at him with a smile. She took his hand and started walking to the back of the house. When he walked into the furthest room in the house, he thought something was slightly off about the room, but he couldn’t figure it out. When she walked to the sidewall, though, she moved the book on the bookshelf, and soon there was a door that was open, and she was pulling it open.