Better Days Superm Novels & Stories

Dead on impact. The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye. When I came back, it was already dark. I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting. But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window— Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side. Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.

“Happy new birthday Bisola Badmus, Happy new born day.” Bisola lay down and fall asleep immediately. THE END

"Hahahaha. I'm sorry. Was that you? asking a favor from me? I thought you knew everything!" Andrew laughed at his words. Pia Drew stood there for a moment with her usual face but getting a little annoyed already. Andrew composed himself. "Okay. Sorry, it's just....it sounded like a joke. but okay what's the deal, Sunny?" "I'm paying you. I mean my dad will be paying you. Treat this as a tutorial." "Are you kidding me? how much are you gonna pay? a million?" "come on star boy, can't you give me a discount?"

"Oh… Well, of course, that's nothing to someone like you. So, do you think you could maybe give us a couple extra days?" Mr. Jarrell's expression fell immediately. He sobered up fast. "What do you mean 'a couple extra days'? Where the hell are the IOUs? Did something happen to them? Let me make this clear, 1.7 million dollars might not sound like much, but it's more than enough to ruin both your lives!" Mom almost fell off her chair from his sudden shift. She was surprised at how he was seemingly unaffected by alcohol. She kicked Dad hard under the table. "Hurry up and think of something, Jason!"

I opened the roof top of the car, enjoying the way the air whipped off around us. “Yes babe! Whatever it is, we are going to have a good day and fix it!” Serena shouted over the music and I kinda believed her.

Even though I was standing right in front of him, he felt a sudden, inexplicable distance—as if I were already fading away. "Selena, I know I’ve been preoccupied lately," he said, a rare note of guilt in his voice. "The day after tomorrow is your birthday. I promise I’ll cancel all Commission meetings. I’ll spend the whole day with you, okay?" I forced a small, thin smile onto my porcelain-pale face. "Okay." Damian let out a sigh of relief. When my birthday arrived, he was unnervingly energetic, as if overcompensating for his absence. Throughout the drive, he talked incessantly about the family’s future expansion, trying to spark the "loyalty" I was supposed to feel as a Moretti.

Today was the last day of my seven days training. Ever since I saw mum days ago, I felt more energetic to go on with my new job. Mum never stopped calling to check up on me. Last night, we were on a video call, and I could see how bright she looked, the dark patches under her eyes were all gone, her skin looked like that of a baby, and she looked like, she became twenty years younger.

" Finally, I turned around. I looked at the broken man kneeling before me—hollow, wasted, nothing like the person he used to be—and I laughed bitterly. "Dan, do you know how many days I begged you? Twenty-eight. "The doctor called you himself. He told you her condition was critical. He told you there was no more time. "And what were you doing? You were enjoying the ocean with Valerie and Theo. Chasing the Northern Lights. Checking off one wish after another for someone else's son.

Brandon smile and kiss my lips. "Yea now I want to enjoy my Highschool Days"I say . "With You" "With me?" "Yea With You" The End Thanks everyone who support my work ,I really get a very unaccepted feedback from you Thanks for reviews ,and thanks for your views , stay tune and follow my other work , love you all stay safe and happy .

He reached back in and brought out a box which he opened for me to see the largest, juiciest, most decadent chocolate-covered strawberries a girl could imagine. Thinking back on that day, it really ought to have been the best day ever. But there were so many more days to come—word of advice: never sell yourself short on your best day ever. Keep looking for that next best day and living for the future rather than reliving the past as your only good day. I still had a wedding to plan for and a whole life with this adorable, loving, romantic man.