Best Ya Series Novels & Stories

Hannah, standing before Maxwell, looked pale, her face frozen in shock, her eyes filled with incredulous disbelief. Meanwhile, Maria, standing nearby, was stunned by her best friend’s unexpected appearance. Tears welled up in her eyes—not tears of pain, but tears of joy. She was overwhelmed with happiness that Evelyn was still alive. Maxwell’s deep voice cut through the silence. “Henson, you not only humiliated our family—you are a disgrace. You’re a shame to us all. You’ve disappointed me.”

Light was the name of the game but I guess she wouldn't be a female if she didn't try to take her whole closet with us. We hit highway sixty-four a couple hours later and it was a straight shoot ahead. My baby had been good so far. She'd only needed one stop to use the facilities and she hadn't bugged me every hour on the hour about being hungry or sore, in fact she seemed to be enjoying herself. I had our helmets outfitted with speaking devices so we could talk to each other without having to shout over the wind and she yammered away at me all day. I loved it.

I like fog; it feels nice on my skin, though I haven’t tried it as sustenance. Actually, since she’d moved into the Y, which provided only minimal cooking facilities, she’d lived basically on canned tomato soup and peanut butter sandwiches, with the odd bit of fruit and raw vegetables thrown in for vitamins. Right now, though, she thought she could wolf down a tenounce sirloin plus all the trimmings, then look around for seconds before dessert. She’d been too nervous to eat breakfast on the ferry. ‘Nevertheless,’ he said, ‘we’ll have lunch.’

On the other side of the phone, Katherine let out a small hum of approval. "Good. No lingering symptoms or abdominal guarding?" "None, ma'am," Spirit lied smoothly, though her stomach twisted at the violation of her nursing ethics. "Their temperature is normal, and bowel sounds are completely normoactive. They are currently recovering well on a light, bland diet." "Excellent work, Nurse Browne. Since they are better now, I have some news," Director Hayes continued. "The Chairman is still deeply concerned about his grandsons, but he's currently out of the country on a business trip. He is sending his personal assistant, Ben, to the estate to check on them and verify their condition."

Good morning, little one. Come downstairs when you are ready. Wear whatever makes you feel cute. We will make breakfast together. —Daddy Cole, Daddy Grant, Daddy Marcus She read it three times, cheeks heating. Daddy Cole — playful, charming, the one who smiled easiest. Daddy Grant — quiet, gruff, but with kind eyes that lingered. Daddy Marcus — serious, protective, the one whose rare smiles felt like treasures. She showered in the attached bathroom—stocked with strawberry shampoo, vanilla body wash, even a rubber duck on the tub edge.