Yaram Novel Novels & Stories

My heartbeat begins to quicken and before I can stop it I’m eight years old again. One thing that I have always found very weird is that when I have these flashback, I don’t feel the pain that I must have endured. I have these little clips in time but not the memory of the pain. Instead, I feel the emotions that I felt the terror and sorrow that I was in. I felt happy at first. It was a boring day at home. I was playing in my room shaving the hair off of my barbies and designing new outfits for them out of some of my old clothes. I had always been an odd duck and never much of a girl. I liked playing in the mud and playing sports. One this particular day I was still in my pajamas because nob

A crazy attempt at a revenge scheme, if I was not mistaken. "Well, Yara," I muttered, my facial expression grim as we stepped outside into the fields. "The game is damn well over now." YARA's pov I had a couple of my things as well as Jeremiah's packed and ready to go --we could always get new things when we travelled-- and at evening time, while everyone was resting, I went into his room to fetch him so we could leave while no one was paying attention.

Yara shivered in the cold wind. Compared with being forgotten by Harvey, what annoyed her more was that Yvonne was now a noble lady, while she was living a poor life. Since she was a child, Yara felt that she was better than Yvonne. When Yvonne married Samuel, she had laughed at Yvonne for a long time, thinking that she would never be able to turn the tables again in this lifetime and would die completely in the hands of Samuel, the good-for-nothing.

The nurse gave a letter to Xyla. Xyla was stunned. She took over the letter, and the nurse left. She walked to the bench and took her seat. She opened up the envelope, and the letter was filled with Yorrick’s handwriting. “If you're reading this letter, it means you're here. If not, it means you've left Yaramoor. I'm sorry. I was the one who brought you here against your will, but I couldn't protect you well. I was traumatized by Sharon's death, and my heart died after her passing. I thought I would never fall in love with any woman anymore.

There was pain in her voice. Ember’s throat tightened as images of the village filled with dead bodies and blood flashed into her mind. She pushed those thoughts away, she can’t afford to be distracted now. She has to concentrate to be able to unleash her power that her grandmother had locked. “What is that?” Ember referred to the book that Yvette had in hand, though she already had an idea what kind of book it was. Yvette carefully placed the book on her lap as she occupied the couch opposite from Ember. She wiped the dusty surface of the book with her own bare hands.