Alex Alvarez One Day At A Time Novels & Stories

MARCELLA’S POV A plate of baked eggs and sausage sat before me, I had no interest in eating. My headache made worse by the endless beeping of the alarm. “Drink up, your coffee would get cold” Alberta said. “I really don’t have appetite, this looks yummy though, thank you” I replied. “You and Antonio need to stop starving yourselves, it doesn’t solve any problems” she said. “Thank you” I said again as Alvarez came out of a room nearby and walked to the alarm by the door and turned it off.

I close my eyes and pretend I’m asleep. I hear Alvar’s footsteps approach and stop in front of me. It’s strange how he hasn’t said a word today. I feel him take the remote. “Drip.” The TV is on. I hear it play: [(intense music playing) “Coming up next for you on the prime time show:” (rhythmic drum beat) “Alpha’s Runaway Bride!!!”] “Alpha’s Runaway Bride?” I hear Alvar ask through gritted teeth.

“How did my mother do this alone after Dad died? With two kids?” “One day at a time,” Caroline said simply. “Just like you’re doing now.” “It doesn’t feel like enough.” “It never does,” she said, soft but steady. “But Emma’s fed, clean, and loved. That’s everything she needs right now.” “What about the rest? Keeping her alive? Not messing her up for life?” “One day at a time,” she repeated, smiling faintly. From the living room came Alex’s voice, low and tender: “It’s okay, Daddy’s got you.”

A guy said, throwing some cloths at her which she caught effortlessly. "And who are you?" Summer asked as she was fully clothed now, thanks to the guy beside her. "Am Dorian, the alpha of the crystal pack and the alpha son, Mr Derek your school principal" Dorian said as he turned his back on her and started walking out of the woods while Summer hurriedly trailed behind him. "And what are you?" The guy suddenly asked, stoppingon his track as he stared at her, his cold gaze piercing deep into her soul. "What do you mean, what am I? I'm Summer Jera..."

Stephanie’s POV: “Drrngg.” My eyes snapped open to the piercing sound of the alarm. I groaned softly, reaching over to silence it. My hand instinctively found my phone on the side table, and I turned that off too. Blinking against the brightness of the screen, I read the notification that had popped up. It was a reminder I’d set weeks ago: Today is the last Tuesday of the month—the day of the Rank Duel Challenge (RDC) game selection. I had planned everything to ensure I wouldn’t forget.

I replied firmly. Andrew leaned closer to me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You don't have a mere idea with whom you are dealing," he whispered, his voice dripping with confidence. "100 days, or I will marry you now," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. My heart skipped a beat as I stared back at him, realizing the gravity of his challenge. Could I resist his charm for 100 days, or would I find myself falling in love against my will?

Alex grumbled as he rolled out of bed, careful not to disturb Ava, who was still sound asleep, wrapped in the warmth of their shared blanket. He tiptoed around the room, gathering his clothes and essentials. With a gentle kiss on Ava's forehead, he scribbled a short note, apologizing for leaving without waking her, and placed it on the nightstand. The day at work unfurled in a whirlwind of tasks and meetings, each demanding more than the last. Alex barely had time to glance at the clock, let alone think about food. Amidst the chaos, his thoughts drifted back to Ava, her laughter, her quirks, and the way she'd fall asleep with a book in hand.

“Commonly, people only get one chance to experience a first chance mate. And you have done it twice. Don’t be shy and share your feelings with forever singles. Perhaps the Moon Goddess will take pity on us too.” Speaking nonstop, he set the table and sniffed the air continuously. I ignored his cheerful banter and sipped my morning whiskey, looking out of the window. The lifeless snow covers outside deeply resonated with the emptiness of my heart. My no-lift mood soon garnered Alvaro’s attention, he dragged a chair and sat in front of me. “What’s the matter, Xavion? You seem disturbed.” After last night’s bizarre events, any sensible man would be hell worried. It was impossible for me to wrap

"I can't look at it, it just makes me sad. I don't know ehy, but the crisper ones that are super curly are the best ones." "Lettuce take a moment of silence." She dips her head after pulling a large piece of lettuce from her sub and picks up the fry. We set it on a napkin in front of us and pretend to honor the fry. "I came to see if y'all needed refills, but I see y'all still stupid as ever." "Rosa!" Chey cries.

But then her husband walked in. That hunk of all-American man pushed all of my buttons. He had all the ingredients I was looking for. Hot. Rich. Sexy. But he was too good of a guy to glance at my displayed cleavage. I would just have to wait him out till the only thing he could stare at was my tits. I would continue to act like to the stupid Mexican immigrant slut until he realized that is what he always wanted. I can't wait to get to work. *Next day in the morning*