Novel & Cerita Alex Alvarez One Day At A Time

she said, forcing a smile. We had plans to leave, but nothing in this life was easy. It felt like trying to move a mountain with bare hands. My phone buzzed, pulling me back to reality. I picked it up and stared at the screen. It was Jake. “Time’s up, bitch,” the message read. A cold shiver ran through me, freezing me in place as I kept staring at the words.

Just done. From the sound of Connor's voice, he was heading back to Elencia. I held onto that tiny, fragile thread of hope. That maybe, just maybe, he'd find me. And finally take me away. *** Next morning, Maverick strolled into the dining room, Quincey curled up in his arms. Lucinda flipped on the TV, dead set on her daily dose of news. The three of them sat there, picture-perfect. Real Hallmark moment. I watched from the sidelines, stone-faced. The whole thing made my stomach turn.

I’m already stressed , and the sun is barely up. I pour myself a mug of the burnt coffee , pretending the bitterness is intentional . My laptop is open because apparently my brain decided “anxiety at dawn” is my new personality. My fingers move on their own: “Hayes-Alvarez 1987.” The screen loads. Spinning wheel. Then an old news clipping pops up. Grainy photo. Two men shaking hands like they’re sealing the future between their palms. Victor Hayes — sharp jaw, storm-gray eyes full of calculation.

Music and laughter filled the hall as melodies rose into the air. People danced, mingled, and exchanged pleasantries beneath the glittering lights. Ashley stood alone in a quiet corner, slowly sipping her wine as she observed the scene. The longer she remained, the stronger her urge to leave became. But her father’s words echoed in her mind. ‘Remember. You have to make yourself known. This is your chance to prove to the other Alphas that you are not just a girl but a leader.’

For 26 years, it was suppressed, and now it was free. By dawn, the burn faded. I stood in front of the mirror, examining my renewed self. Six years of exhaustion, paleness, and fragility had vanished, replaced by an undeniable strength radiating from within. My pupils had returned to black, but deep inside, the red-gold flame still pulsed. Suddenly, the doorbell rang furiously. "Selena! Open the door!" It was Damon. He had returned. I stood behind the door with my hand on the handle, but I didn't move.

Every time she thinks of them alone in a room makes her giggle. D-day. It's their vacation day. Alex has packed all her stuff in her small luggage. She wanted to bring more clothes, but she didn't want to bring big luggage. She would only be gone for 4 days and it would be too much if she would bring a lot. Carlos might think she really prepared well for their trip. She looked at the time from her phone. It's almost 8AM. Carlos promised to pick her up in their home. She took her luggage and decided to just wait for Carlos downstairs. She was surprised to see her parents in the living room. Her mom is wearing a summer dress while her dad is wearing a white shirt and short pants.

Yes, I wasn't above begging because I may have loved my Telenovelas but I wasn't above human company either. My days with Alvize went like this: Breakfast together in the kitchen because I loved his cooking and I wasn't ashamed to admit it but not to him though because I was afraid that if I did he'd stop making enough food for the both of us just to spite me. Immediately after breakfast he leaves for work and he comes back just in time for dinner where he never spares me a glance or so much as breathes in my direction. After dinner he goes up to his office and I don't see him again till the next morning where our entire cycle repeats.

Because they were full of blood. "You don't look in the mirror yourself huh? Look, you're just as messed up as we are," Theo retorted. While Alvin just chuckled. "We're going home now. I also have something to talk about with Felix," Davian said. Davian raised his head and looked up at the perfect full moon. "Aleta... wait for me!" he muttered to himself. *** Meanwhile Aleta, who was currently drinking tea with Gordon, was still waiting for a definite answer from the man.

The transmitter woke, burped a silent hello, then settled into standby. “Trial,” I whispered to the empty room. “Not surrender.” A soft knock. Alvarez. Short, sturdy, eyes kind. She carried a stack of towels that didn’t need replacing. “Welcome home, ma’am,” she said, the title catching. “It’s just a week,” I said quickly. “A trial.”

Alvian felt bad toward Selena; she must have missed his presence after he disappeared for months. "Come in. Allisya is probably having breakfast with her father." Alvian nodded. He couldn't wait to see that beautiful smile this morning. At the dining table, Allisya and Allister were having breakfast. Neither started a conversation. Allisya was very hungry until she finished four slices of bread at once. Allister saw that and shook his head in wonder. "It's okay to eat a lot so you don't get sick, Sya," Allister said with a happy smile. As long as Allisya didn't eat late again.