Novel & Cerita A Day Like This

_ i type back: _can we keep it? *L*: _as long as you want._ i fall asleep to that. wednesday morning the routine starts again. coffee. cooking. work. walk. dinner. cards. the brothers and me. no calls. no blood. no war. just lakeview. and a mustang. and five men who are falling harder every boring, perfect day.

# Day 22 I want you to rot in hell. I want to choke you to death. And I think of thousands of ways to kill you. And at the end I realise this is not me. I don't want to be this, What have you done to me, Agustin? I am loosing my mind. I never wanted to be what I have become, I don't know myself anymore. ........................................................ # Day 23

Let's end this. ***

He'd been here only a week but he'd blended in so well with my best friend. “Anyway,” Hannah turned to me. “You do remember what today is?” “What is today?” “It’s D-Day cuz,” Edi frowned, shaking his head. “I'm disappointed.” I groaned. “Why don't you two let it go? It's dangerous!” “It is not if everything goes according to plan,” Edi quipped, getting up and straightening his jacket. Hannah grabbed her car keys and the tiny pen camera recorder she'd gotten a day ago. “Let's go!”

But when the music starts, I blink in surprise. Boy Like You — Kesha. I look down at the card. Boy Like You – Kesha. Have you figured out what to do with a boy like me yet?You've got me hooked - completely wrapped around your finger.I'm beautiful and dangerous ... and you blow my mind. You are my new toy.By the way, this boy sees the light now ... it was all part of destiny's plan for us to be together. I snort. Cheesy. So unbelievably cheesy.

“This is his punishment. Not fire or chains. Just…endless days.” One night, while she lay stiff next to him, he took her hand in his, and he softly said. “Camela, I know you’re still in there. You can fight this.” Her fingers curled slightly as if they were almost human. For a brief moment, he saw tears glimmer behind her mask. Then she whispered the same phrase as always. “Good night, Vincent.” His heart sank at the response. On what felt like the thirteenth day—or maybe the thirtieth; he couldn’t tell—Vincent noticed something new.

"Darling, things are a little hectic at work today. I won't be coming home tonight. Tomorrow's our anniversary, and I made a reservation for a candlelight dinner at Palmette House. Let's bring Crispin and enjoy the evening together," Edgar Snider's voice came through the phone, warm and gravelly. I listened absentmindedly as I tapped open Winifred Clayton's chat on WhatsApp. Just an hour ago, she had sent me a video—she and Edgar, tangled up in each other's arms, kissing like they couldn't bear to part.

I would still hear Matthew choking on his vomit, his breaths rattling when they were able to be sucked in. I felt helpless, like a mouse caught in a glue trap, unable to even try to gnaw my own limbs off. ‘My phone…’ I forced my arm to reach into my pocket, praying to whatever deity that might be listening that I’d remembered it. Heck, even the Devil would do, as long as I could get help. The bile resurged and attacked my throat. I heaved, and the acidic fluid burned at my lips. But my phone was there; I couldn’t focus on anything else.

Today was their funeral, and I had hoped he would come to say goodbye. After countless unanswered calls, I checked Fiona's social media and found my answer. That week, Lionel had been busy planning Eva's birthday party and helping them move into a luxury apartment. Their photos showed lavish housewarming dinners and poolside celebrations. One picture showed the three of them in swimsuits, Lionel and Fiona holding Eva up in the water, all wearing brilliant smiles. The caption read, [Life is beautiful because of your boundless love. Every warm moment exists because of you.] Looking at Lionel's smile in those photos, any remaining warmth in my heart turned to ice. I turned to Luke and said, "Le

Five years ago, I saved Gina Fields through a bone marrow transplant. After the successful procedure, Levi Robbins asked me to stay, promising to repay my kindness. After five years by his side, we were finally getting married. Yet, on what was supposed to be our wedding day, Gina dramatically passed out right in the middle of the ceremony. When I begged Levi not to leave, he pried my fingers away and snapped, "Caitlyn, this is a matter of life and death. How can you be so heartless?"