All In A Day Novels & Stories

Nash gasped. “Fucking drama queen! Danallae I think your man is more dramatic than the gay fey.” Alaexys pointed out. “I know, but he is mine. It can be draining at times with how dramatic he is.” Danallae sighed. “We are not lazy asses. It is fucking Saturday which means none of us had to work today. Training is over for the day. Since you ladies were having your girls day or days as it turned into, we decided to have a guys day.” Kaleb pointed out.

The click of the lock sounded even louder than the three taps Yoel had made on my forehead. I instinctively tried to pull my hand back, but he held on tighter. The warmth ran from my wrist up to my face. I had been in this office before, but it had never felt both so vast and so claustrophobic at the same time. Outside the full-length windows, it was 4:00 pm in Alderstone, the traffic crawling slowly like golden treads. Inside, it was just the two of us, and our breathing filled the silence.

Tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow is the day where two clans will fight life and death, defending the honor of their group even if it costs them life and blood. And this morning, Angel chose to be a normal human being, at least he wanted to spend time happily with his mother. Because no one knows what will happen tomorrow, whether he will live or die. "Mom, let's go!" Mrs. Matthew frowned. "Mommy is off today." "Therefore, I want to take mommy for a walk today."

Ian showed a queen. He pushed his chips forward without hesitation and said, "Three million dollars." "I'm in," I replied. I had no choice, but I was not afraid. I slowly spun the ring on my finger, sitting there as calm as ever. Then, the second round began. My card was a five. Ian's was a nine. "Another three million dollars," Ian said. "I'm in." The room's attention shifted from Helen to the table. It was a life-and-death game.

Next day Both Allen and Anna are working in the office, Allen is really so confused, she didn't scold him or anything, she didn't insult him or even make things complicated, she is just minding her own business as she even ate the dish he has done, which made his day, she didn't tell any bad comments on that but still, things are making him confused, when his phone vibrates indicating to him that he got a message, he took his phone and saw, which is from Allison, he didn't think as he had already forgotten what he told Anna the other day, so he read the text

Faith said. Anthony suddenly frowned again. "Hang on. Four months? You'll be near your due date. What if you gave birth without me?" He shook his head before she had the chance to answer. "No, I wouldn't miss it for the world. I'll get there no matter how. You call me as soon as you feel like it's going to happen." "Of course. I won't let you miss it!" Faith exclaimed. "You promise?" he asked. "I promise," she insisted. "Okay, good, and you have to call me every single day," Anthony ordered. "Yes, boss!" Faith exclaimed.

It was somewhere in between — the kind of noise you make when your brain is too fried to pick a reaction. “What a day,” I muttered under my breath. My hand lingered on my head for a moment before falling limply to my side. I looked around at the others — or at least, the few who were left. Some of the faces I could see looked like empty shells now, drained of color, drained of fight. Some people just sat on their bunks staring at the floor. Others lay down without even taking off their shoes, as if they were too tired to pretend there was any point in comfort.

All the details I'd been ignoring were now dancing vividly in the eyes of my mind. Johnny loved basketball. Zoe always had balms and ointments in her drawer prepared for him. I was terrified of any ball-related sports, so I'd never set foot on a basketball court. Johnny and I had the same thermos. My thermos was filled with water from a random drinking fountain in the school, while his was filled with energy drinks. Zoe would bring two sets of breakfast every morning. Mine was always plain, but Johnny would have different breakfasts every day for the whole week.

I could feel her staring intently at me and urging me on. “Dial 999,” she repeated, her tone soft but commanding, a mix of a songstress and a sergeant major. “Do not give in to weakness. Fight it. If not for you, for those who care about you. Your time is not through. Be brave…” My finger joints screamed in pain, or maybe it was me, as I managed to get the screen up and key in those three digits. It rang twice, and a voice answered. I was incoherent at this stage, my body slumping onto the cold stone, bile and rain saturating my clothes. I heard my voice slurred and unintelligible. I can only guess they traced my call from the phone.

ABUJA, NIGERIA. The day Amani dreaded has arrived in full force which makes her think whether the twenty one days really did happen or she was just dreaming but it was no dream when she woke up and saw Mika'il's new babban riga sitting on the couch in their room where she's neatly kept it the night before. She wanted to wake up from whatever nightmare that she has going on but no, the reality hit her just as hard in the face like it did when she heard the news. She can't even point out the reason why she needs to wake up, she wants to sleep the whole day.