Anne Of The Thousand Days Mga Nobela at Kwento

CHAPTER 19 ~THIRD PERSONS POV~ Lady Anaya was one who always had a very planned day. From the activities she would start out with in the morning to those she would end her day with, everything was perfectly scheduled. Her eyelids swung open in the morning as sunrays spread through the curtains into her large room. Her bed was an extra-large king-sized bed, and four pillers stood at the four vertices, holding up a golden yellow veil that prevented anyone from seeing her during sleep.

I open up the first one and let out a soft gasp when I see who wrote it; Hannah. Taylor looks at me curiously, but I just shake my head as I begin to read. At first, it looks like an ordinary love letter but I am a little confused when Hannah talks about how much she is going to miss Richard, making me wonder whether she is talking about her fake suicide but when I glance up and check the date on the letter my hands begin to shake. The letter was dated two weeks before Taylor left for his gap-year travels.

By the time the city lights faded and the first hint of morning pressed against the curtains of her apartment, Aneet had closed her eyes for barely an hour. The night had been a digital descent into a special kind of self-inflicted torture, a cyclical pilgrimage through Ananya’s I*******m feed, zooming in on that single, devastating background photo, then spiraling out to stalk other attendees, searching for paparazzi videos, any crumb of context. She found nothing more. Ahaan had left no other trace. The fact that he and Suhana didn’t even follow each other was a cruel, confusing detail to her heart. By the time the first weak light filtered through her window, she accepted the truth.

Since I didn’t own much, it didn’t take long. Then, I noticed something tucked beneath the bed. A navy blue journal. It was mine. Flipping it open, my eyes landed on memories I couldn’t recall but had once written. "Day one of our marriage. Shawn didn’t come home." "He said I was manipulative. That I drugged him to marry me. But I don’t even remember that night." "Attempt 1: He said even if I died in front of him, he wouldn’t flinch." "Attempt 100: If he still doesn’t care, and my parents still don’t love me, then maybe I’ll stop trying since no one in this world sees me."

Not us. Anna set her tea down, smiling in that soft, understanding way. “Are you okay? Did you sleep at all?” I slid into the chair beside her with a sigh. “Barely. My brain kept reminding me what today is.” “An international expo,” she said, excitement layering her tone. “A three day event. You are going to experience something huge.” I grimaced. “With Anthony.” “Ah.” Anna chuckled, the sound low and sympathetic. “Still recovering from the last trip?”

It had been four days and Anna was still not awake. Ian had been close to her side the entire time. He was becoming desolate with each passing day. What if she did not wake? What would become of him then? He paced the room praying, to what he was not even sure, immortal beings don't have traditional gods. He turned to face Anna. He had made sure to bathe her and brush her hair everyday. She lay there still as a statue in her pink silk night gown. Were it not for her breathing one would almost think she was dead.

"What can be more important than making babies? The possible war that the Creator is planning, perhaps, I thought of saying. I repressed the words on the tip of my tongue and tried to gain some time before answering, waving to the owner of the cafeteria and giving my turn closed. Zylah followed me by storing the book in the backpack she had on her back, wrapping her body with her arms to avoid the breath of cold air that hit us. A rain seemed to be forming again on the horizon, but at least I knew it was no longer because of the fury in the skies. "Anything is more important than babies... I'm sure Anne would agree with me," I said with a smile, unlocking the car. The keys got in my way, get

Audrey got to her room and slammed the door, she sat on her bed and ruffled her hair, she was not only mad at Damien but herself, a part of her enjoyed it and liked it which is crazy, is this how she will keep living? Having sex every day till her 90 days is over? She cried out loud and ruffled her hair, she is frustrated and wanted everything to end. She decided to take a nap maybe she will feel better when she woke up.

I'm wearing Nicholas' t-shirt but nothing underneath. Nicholas faces his daughter with a sweet smile. He kissed Nicholai's cheeks. "Yes, sweetheart? Good morning." Nicholai kissed his cheek and mine. "Good morning, mommy. Good morning, daddy. Can I go to the mall with my pretty aunt?" I looked at Nicholas. The aunt pretty she’s calling is Sunny. She's already so fond of her aunt after just a few days of living here in Nick Sanford's mansion. Nicholas heaved a sigh. "Sweetheart, I'm afraid you can't roam around yet. Mommy and I have to prioritize your safety, so can you postpone your date with aunt pretty?"

"Can't we just cuddle all day? It's quite cold today. It's nice to just stay here." "No. We have to complete the six days because tomorrow, we are going to make the scrapbook and photo albums." For memories, you said. As much as I don't want to overthink especially at this morning when I just woke up, I couldn't help, but hint the suspiciousness. But at the end of the day, just like what happened on the past few days when I was on the same state, I still chose to push the doubts aside because I am scared to find out.