Alex Alvarez One Day At A Time Novels & Stories

‎Two years of clean mornings, of paychecks that are mine, of nights where I fall asleep without waiting for boots in the hallway. ‎Elias has been clean for one year and four months. ‎He texts me every single morning at 7:03 a.m.—the exact time he used to shoot up. ‎Today’s message is a selfie from the auto shop where he’s now lead mechanic: grease on his cheek, grin wide and real. ‎E: Morning, big sis. Coffee’s on you today. I fixed Mrs. Alvarez’s Civic. She baked empanadas. Life is good. ‎I smile so hard my cheeks hurt.

But quieter. Alex offered a small nod. “One day at a time?” Ava hesitated. Then nodded. “One day.”

This is not the time for her to think about her expensive designer outfit. "Give him this, the strongest benzodiazepine, alprazolam. It will work in no time, give it to him after the accident takes place." She grinned, taking the bottle from the man because this is where her happily ever after begin. This man is willing to help her orchestrate her plan for five million, she don't mind spending more if it means getting Mika'il all to herself. He deserve that and more from her.

Alex acted as if he hadn’t heard anything she said. He looked down at her, as if he was judging her. Alex gently leaned forward. “I came to tell you one thing. That night, you shouldn’t have drugged me.” “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Daya felt ashamed of herself. “I wanted to tell you to be more confident in yourself. Even without the drugs, you’d still succeed,” Alex said. “Huh?” Daya said. Alex sighed. He wiped away her tears and spoke in a soft voice. “You’ve lost weight. Have you not been sleeping or eating well lately? Were you thinking about nothing but death?”

It wasn't until he arrived at our door that I realized the person I had saved was none other than the Mafia Godfather, Jaxson Rourke. In the study, my father, Paul Koval, paced back and forth, demanding answers, “How did you get to know Jaxson? Why did her propose to you?” “I…I don’t know him. I don’t know why he comes to propose to me.” I stammered. My stepmother, Carmela Soprano, frowned with confusion, “Is that so?” She glared at me, her voice dropping to a threatening whisper, “Don’t lie to me. Tell me all the details.”

The days were beginning to blur into a new kind of rhythm. By Night , the pattern wasn’t just locked it had become their entire world. Kai arrived at Eclipse early that evening, already buzzing with anticipation. He’d spent the day in his tiny apartment with Lila, who kept shooting him knowing looks every time he checked his phone or touched the fresh bruise on his hip. “You’re glowing like a man getting railed every single night,” she’d teased. Kai had flipped her off, but he couldn’t deny the truth.

“SO? Are you going to join me in my escapades?” I giggle “Sure, it’s not like I have anything else to keep my mind off you-know-who on weekends or at night.” I don’t think anything will truly keep my mind off of him, but if I can dull the ache in my heart, just for a little bit while dancing, then maybe I can survive this. I text Mr Alvarez in the affirmative. Me: Mr. Alvarez, this is Nova. Si! I accept your offer. Mr Alvarez: Call me Angel. My name is Angel Tomas Alvarez. I will have the papers drawn up and ready if you come with Ms Candy tomorrow evening we can sign them and celebrate.

As the wedding day inched closer, a serene calm settled over Phoebe, as if everything was unfolding exactly as fate had intended, leading her toward a predetermined happiness. One day, Alva called. Her voice was laced with dejection, and she admitted outright that she was feeling down, earnestly hoping Phoebe could keep her company. Without hesitation, Phoebe agreed and spent the entire day with her. It wasn't until nightfall that she finally bid Alva farewell.

Setting up situations where we'd be alone together, mentioning how wonderful Abel was, how he'd make someone a great partner someday. I appreciated what she was trying to do. Really, I did. She just wanted me to be happy, wanted me to move on and find someone who would choose me without hesitation. But my heart wasn't ready. Might never be ready. Still, I couldn't deny that Abel's attention was... Before I woke up each morning, he had breakfast waiting in the pack house. Fresh fruit, pastries, and coffee made exactly how I liked it. When I'd fallen sick last week, constantly throwing up for reasons I didn't want to think too hard about, he'd abandoned his Beta duties to nurse me back to heal

Another Alpha who despised me. Burning with frustration, I turned to Dominus. His coat covered me, but the moonlight still outlined my body, tracing my shape like a shadowy sculpture for all to see. “Ninety-one days?” I said, lifting my chin with quiet defiance. “Fine. Let’s do this, Alpha Dominus Maruto.” I cleared my mind, blocking him out. If he could read my thoughts, then I’d give him nothing. From now on, that would be my advantage.