Dawn Age Novels & Stories

Mrs Donovan was there. “Actually, I won’t accept the fact that my son is dating his age mate. Where is the respect?” the woman said. Her son was frowning at his phone. Mrs Donovan chuckled. “I understand you, dear. You tried. My son must be older than his wife by four or five years, or else neither of them should even think of it.” I froze. Mrs Donovan is on this, too? My face paled at her serious expression. She actually meant it…

Dawn who is… damn fine now. I grip the steering wheel hard, and I stare at the odometer. A bad thought to have just thought. I shift into reverse and then head on out of the parking area. Dawn is a woman now. Not just a little sister. Those legs…her curves… the way her tits felt pressed against my chest as I—

Trying to ease the tension, Andres suggested, "How about we have an artist paint a portrait of us tomorrow? Once it's done, we can take a photo with it and place it at your mother's grave to give her peace of mind." Camellia wanted to refuse, but Andres was insistent, so she reluctantly agreed. The next morning at ten, the artist he had arranged for arrived. "Nice to meet you, Cam. I'm Valentina Dawson, Andres'… junior." Seeing Valentina, Andres' face betrayed a flicker of unease. Clearly, she was not the artist he had called. "Mr. Wilson had something come up, so I'm filling in for him," Valentina explained, her gaze sweeping over Camellia with a faint, inscrutable smile.

Not my concern though, he was only doing his job, what he was being paid for, and not a charity case. " Get me everything you can on Dawn Swan right away. You have an hour at most" I barked the orders at him, before cutting the call, not waiting for his response. Just as I expected, 30 minutes after the call, I got a notification with information containing everything I requested for. I went through them calmly but quickly. My guts were correct after all. Today was her birthday. As I was reading, I saw something which caught my attention. Her parents were dead, she lived with her uncle and his family who doesn't really fancy the idea of her living with them.

"If you don't marry me, who else can you marry?" Sol found it hilarious. "Could it be Karnos? You surely know his methods for dealing with women, don't you? For the past few hundred years, any goddess who got close to him has disappeared. Do you really want to become the bride of the Shadow Sovereign?" My parents had chosen two suitors for me since I was young. One was Sol, the God of Dawn in the Temple of Dawn, in charge of all light and warmth.

Her words carried an obvious undertone. Jake looked at me, his expression complicated. His gaze dropped briefly to my clothes before he spoke, his voice tinged with disappointment. “Emma, this isn’t the kind of outfit you should be wearing. Did you rent it or borrow it?” As he spoke, he pulled out a card and held it out to me. “There are two hundred thousand dollars on here. After all, you’re the mother of my child. I can’t just stand and watch you go down the wrong path. I thought you were so decisive in leaving me because you had something better waiting for you, but I didn’t expect… this.”

I remembered when our parents passed away, Silvia was a mess of tears, asking me with her little kid voice, "Joanna, does this mean we don't have a mom and dad anymore?" Back then, I was already numb, juggling the mourners and worrying about our future. However, Silvia's question hit me like a tidal wave. I hugged her tight, sobbing uncontrollably, all the while trying to reassure her. "It's okay, you've still got me." I nearly forgot that I was just a kid, too. "Silvia, I'm only three years older than you." Just three years, but it felt like a lifetime of weight on my shoulders.

"Meeting tonight. Cas has organized the returned people into something I need to assess." "And Dawn." "What about Dawn." "She hasn't done anything in three weeks." He stood too. "Since the void. Since the seven billion. She's just been a baby." "Good." "Good that she's been a baby." "She's four weeks old." Aria started toward the bridge. "She's earned it." He walked beside her. The bridge held. The river moved. The sun stayed out and the temperature stayed above what it needed to stay above for long enough to matter.

"Call me Jordan." "Name's Dwaine," he says with a flash of teeth. Dwaine is in his mid to late twenties with beautiful ebony skin. He's maybe an inch shorter than me and he's wearing a black suit that's not as expensive as Larry's, but it still looks good on him. His chocolate eyes are inquisitive and he's more handsome when he smiles. I don't see a ring on his left ring finger and decide he'd make a good hookup if he didn't work for the Pronghorns' organization. What can I say? I'm twenty-one and I've been celibate for months.

I promised myself, the next free afternoon I had I would spend it researching. I finally had some time off from work and tutoring and I went to the library to try to find anything on the Sage Mountain pack, but instead I found a guy sitting there reading. ‘Hi I’m Dawn!’, she said cheerfully. She must be one of those special wolves, I thought. ‘Hi, I’m Jade. Are you here for the conference?’ I asked nicely. ‘Yeah’, Dawn replied, ‘I just needed some time though, being here with everyone brings back a lot of memories, some I rather not revisit’. She must have been another wolf that was captured by Lenore. ‘Where are you from originally?’ I asked. ‘The Sage Mountain pack, I was one of the first’