Dawn Book Novels & Stories

Celia Dawn is a lie behind the tinted windows. A gray glow without warmth, promising nothing. I surface from sleep the way one drowns in reverse, struggling upward toward a surface made of awareness and pain. The weight of yesterday falls over me before I even open my eyes. The unfamiliar room. The locked door. Him.

I got damn happy to know that he doesn't have a girlfriend but I was slightly bothered as to why he doesn't want me to touch him. "Why? Do you have a sensitive body?" I asked, smirking and lightly tickling his stomach, making him squirm which made me giggle. "I don't know you, that's why!" He replied and I remembered that I didn't even introduce myself. "Hi, Ryan. I am Dawn!" I introduced myself with a bright smile. "Hi, Dawn. Nice to meet you!" He replied, showing his dimple and his evergreen charming smile which can swoon any girl.

Taylor added with a smug look. Maxwell: “...” “You’d never believe what happened!” Dawn said, chuckling. “What?” They all said at the same time like they were all innocent. “No—” Maxwell tried to object, but Dawn seemed eager to share his failed heroic act. “Somebody tried to rob me,” Dawn announced. “I had just finished babysitting, and someone grabbed the paper bag from my hand!” “What? Are you okay, Dawn? Did you get hurt?” Charlie asked. Her expression was so dramatic that Maxwell could tell the billionaire princess learned it all from her K-drama series.

Suddenly, he felt a strange vibration throughout his body and looked up to see unfamiliar words written on the cave wall. With a burst of light, the words disappeared, and he saw the light shoot up to the moon, surrounded by a shimmering dance of stars. He followed the light until he found himself in the maternity ward of Corer Hospital. The light stopped at Ward 119, and he heard the cry of a newborn baby.

Obviously, no one is going to help me beat this mythical creature. “Great. Now I’m dead” I whispered to myself How did this even happen? Few hours earlier… I woke up earlier than the usual. The sun was yet to rise and I estimate the time to be around 5 am in the morning. The first thing I did was to check on Liza. She was still sleeping soundly, so let us not disturb her. I planned on exploring the town today and attempt to sell the remaining of the glass pieces on my pocket. I do hope that they'll accept this so we can have enough money to buy supplies.

"You look terrible." "Thanks. Rejection will do that to a person." "You'll survive," he said dismissively. "Find some human man. Have a normal life." "Is that what you want for me? A normal life?" "I don't want anything for you," Damien said coldly. "After tomorrow, you won't exist to me." "I never existed to you," Elena shot back. "Not really." Something flickered in his eyes. "That's not…" He stopped himself. "It doesn't matter. Dawn, Elena. Don't be late."

Thank you all for reading Dawn of the Hunters! As always Include a bonus chapter for the next book. If you could please leave me a review letting me and others know how much you have enjoyed the book I would greatly appreciate it. Below is the first chapter of: All Queens Kings - book 8 the final book in the series. Are you ready for it? To be honest, I'm not sure if I am. Chapter 1 – Through New Eyes LAMIA The night of the blood moon

Crows are not sun-loving animals, but they even dared to rush into their favorite food despite the intense sunlight. “So what does that have to do with the bar?” “Lust… The bar is a place where people feel satisfied, where they can turn themselves into crows and rush into drugs like crazy.” Louis began to open his notebook and began to take notes, “But why One Night Bar! Because it was a place where, as you said, it was difficult for the police to reach because the drug trafficking and money laundering ring was still operating illegally at this bar. That's why crows are constantly looking for prey in the dark, and we are the sun; Sunflower is a drug. That bar must be some kind of mystery tha

The next day, Nadir woke up in the early morning. The sun was breaking through the slits in the louvers, filling the entire living room with its rays. - I don't think I'll ever get used to it.- she said to herself, rubbing eyes lightly with her hand.

Diane Dawn is a betrayal. It doesn't bring light, only shades of gray, detailing with cruel precision the scene of my imprisonment: the cold gilding, the luxurious fabrics that smother, the slumbering silhouette of the monster in his armchair. His breathing is steady, deep. A light snore, almost human, escapes his lips. This normalcy is the worst insult.