Date Or Live Novels & Stories

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Sandra's hand shook as she pointed at Queenie's urn and photo. "What… what is that?" "Xavier, are you insane? Just to fight with me, you'd curse our daughter to be dead?" I took the death certificate from under the urn and shoved it in her face. "Open your eyes and read each word. Look at it and tell me what it says!" She took the paper with trembling hands, her eyes scanning Queenie's name and the time of death written in stark black and white.

I mean I was going through personal shit and this was just worse to add her on. "Sandra? Is this some kind of a sick joke?" Olwethu asked on the phone taking me away from my thoughts and Sandra responded, 'you can call any of the media houses or start with the venue.. like what's up? The launch is supposed to be on Sunday.. check before people actually cancel..' Olwethu hung up and looked at me. "Valentia what's going on? Did we change plans..?" I shook my head, "no we didn't.."

He tried to keep his mind off her and focus and he opened the shower. ******************************** *In Ronald's Labs, in the cellar* Marie was sitting inside her cell , on her bed. Leo was sitting on his bed reading paper, that Patrick was generous enough to provide to him. "What day is it today?", asked Marie "It's ....umm....wait let me check, its 11th March 2020",said Leo with a crest fallen expression on his face. "Ah! Its eleventh.....",said Marie in a bored voice. Leo kept his mum. Marie didn't seem to notice, she was too busy tying up her hair.

"Huh?" Harry was a beat slower than usual. When the words finally sank in, he widened his eyes in shock. He asked, "Giselle, are you saying you want me to livestream on your behalf?" Giselle answered, "Yeah. Tomorrow is the last day of the year. Consider it a little gift." She was meeting Chester for dinner tomorrow, which meant she wouldn't be able to livestream. Usually, she only went live when she felt like it. On the last day of the year, though, it would feel wrong not to show up.

Underneath, the feed had been hijacked by the familiar Tribunal’s and crest. The text bar at the bottom screamed: **HIGH HOWL TRIBUNAL CONFIRMS AUCTION—SPECIAL LIVE LOT ANNOUNCEMENT TOMORROW.**

“Three.” He was quiet. Then: “I can’t lose,” he said. “Not the case. Not you. Not them. I can’t—” “You won’t,” I said. “Levinson’s good. The video’s fake. Valeria flipped. Reese is in jail. We have time. We have—” “March 14th,” he said. “March 14th,” I agreed. He laid back down. Pulled the blanket up. Over both of us.

After being diagnosed with heart failure, my adopted sister, Michelle Langley, and I are both hospitalized. But there is only one spot for a heart transplant. For three whole months, Michelle and I fight for that one chance of survival. A video of me confronting my parents in the hospital corridor over their favoritism toward Michelle is posted online. Everyone sees me as selfish and vicious, claiming that I'm willing to disregard family ties just to stay alive. The day before my surgery, my older brother, Dante Stone, comes to my hospital room. He stands in the doorway, looking visibly impatient. "Michelle is just 20 years old. Her life has just started. You've been sickly since you we

Marcus: Is everything okay? Zara: Yes. I miss you. Want to chat about Thursday. Marcus: I'll be there in 20 minutes. He picked up his coat. "Emergency." Is this a wedding emergency or a real emergency? Daniel called after him. "Does it matter?" Not really. Go ahead and be sappy. Come back and tell me how it went. Zara's Apartment on Tuesday, February 11, 2026, at 7:34 PM

I just hope that tomorrow I'll see her and talk to her some more. . . . . Please like and comment. Also please please follow me. Thank you❤❤❤.