Wonder Novel Novelas e Histórias

I thought it had ended, but it turned out the author took some time off writing. "Still, it's lengthy. I forgot the title of the novel. It's quite a simple one. You'll definitely find it, though. The other one is completed. You—" Wendy looked at the book he gave her. It didn't have a cover. Pressing her lips together, she threw herself at him as her eyes reddened. It was too much for Yves to handle, and he toppled over. Silas scoffed. "You're weak, Mr. Homer! You need more training."

Hello readers We managed to update 18 chapters for Wonderings. We're trying our best to speed up the updates so we appreciate the patience and understanding. After we're done updating Wonderings, we'll be able to work on the next novel which is Shards of Time. We'll be able to update all of the remaining chapters to keep it up to date. Once again we apologize for the slow progress, author-nim is still in the hospital. We're working on author-nim's save files that's why we're still able to upload and edit the repeated chapters.

“Or maybe, not.” Answering and adding her thoughts from the running wonders that the current void is asking towards her. She smiles as she is seeing the eyes, the souls, and hear the beating of this very book’s readers. Where they wonder if everything is true as in their world this world is nothing, but a fantasy. She smiles as she giggles and says.

I didn’t even have a wolf. The next book, The History of Gifts, looked promising. I sat down on the floor and opened it carefully, trying not to get my hopes too high. There were chapters about mind links, healing powers, even wolves that could talk to animals… but not a single word about silver fire. Or glowing fingers. Or dreams about strange women with snow-white hair. I let out a long breath, the kind that made your shoulders sag. I felt tired. Like the answers I wanted were still too far away.

She couldn't find any way to slip out of there. After doing all the work at home, she went to the terrace and stood there, observing the surroundings. She couldn't find a small house or a human being in the distance her eyes could travel. "Are we even living on the Earth? How couldn't I find a single human or a small house here?" She had doubts. For a minute, she even thought that she was just thinking too much. After some time, she recalled a story that she had read in an online digital app called "Good Novel." There she read that werewolves exist, and they live among humans as CEOs or as common people.

I couldn't help but linger for a moment, staring at it as if it were a loaded gun, waiting for me to pull the trigger. With a burst of energy, I crossed the room, dropped onto my bed, and flipped open the book. The pages smelled of nostalgia, faintly musty yet deeply familiar. My eyes quickly skimmed past the opening chapters, which smelled oddly of roses and soft conversations, before settling on the surprising backstory. In this world, witches mingled with supernatural creatures in a kaleidoscope of forbidden love. It was like something straight out of my daydreams, but with dark undercurrents pulling me in further.

Just the soft rustle of pages and the comforting scent of old books. Only in stories, he thought, could he travel across oceans, through time, into the hearts of strangers without moving an inch, without lifting a finger. It was within ink and parchment that he found the most vivid adventures. Adventures that never asked him to sacrifice his stillness in exchange for wonder. And so, with his limbs weary but his mind slowly awakening, Arnav reached for a book. The kind of book that didn’t just pass the time, but gently stitched a man back together.

It seemed like the room vanished into thin air. Warren shook his head. He already saw too much for the day. There was nothing that could surprise him anymore. Then Warren arrived in the basement of the White family again. He looked around and saw the books from earlier which he couldn't understand. The name of the first book, immediately grabbed his attention. The book was named 'The Legendary King Cole!'

Gigi Pov I seem to be out of my mind while walking in the middle of the road. I still can't believe I'm inside Girlie's favorite werewolf novel. What I wonder is how I got into the world of the novel. Could it be that Gigi's novel has magic and wants to punish me so I was brought inside the world of the novel because I threw it in the trash bin? But whatever the reason I got inside the novel is I don't care. All that matters to me is to get out and went back to the real world. Just thinking about being in a world where humans and werewolves live and exist together makes all my hair stand. I've never seen a werewolf before and I might faint from fear if I did.

As I drifted toward exhausted sleep once more, surrounded by soft female bodies, tongues still lazily licking my skin, I realized the terrifying truth: I never wanted to leave. A week had passed, and I no longer recognized the woman I used to be. The old Johanna — the straight, overworked, responsible one who rushed to her best friend’s wedding — felt like a distant memory. Here, in this hidden, blessed community deep in the forest, time moved differently. The land itself seemed enchanted: fruit trees heavy with ripe offerings, crystal-clear springs that sparkled under moonlight, flowers that bloomed even at night and filled the air with sweet, intoxicating scents. There were no men. No rule