Day A Novel Novels & Stories

Bea had trouble sleeping after what she had witnessed. Her curiosity is killing her. Who is she? Why are they together? She even rode in his car. Where did they go? She should have just not left the place and followed him yesterday. Therefore, Bea decided to spend her day as his stalker. She woke up earlier than him despite the fact that she didn't have a good sleep. Well, girls will always be girls, who can't sleep not until their curiosity were fed.

"Nova is capable and gorgeous. Mr. Gilmore has a good eye and decided to give her some one-on-one guidance. That's called focused training, got it?" Jeremiah was left speechless by her rebuttal. Irene then leaned in close to my ear and whispered so only the two of us could hear, "Well done, Nova. You really kept that hidden. The door to the executive office was locked yesterday. I knocked forever, but no one answered. Be honest. How intense was the situation?" My face burned red in an instant, like a boiled shrimp. Before I could explain myself, a stir broke out at the office entrance. Yoel had arrived.

The shrill ring of the phone yanked me back to reality. I stared at the screen, feeling a cold dread creeping over me as I realized the call was from the property management. My mind raced—this was the call informing me that my daughter had fallen from the building. I grabbed the phone and rushed downstairs, my heart pounding in my chest. When I saw her lying in a pool of blood, I froze. In her tiny hand, she still clutched her favorite bunny doll.

Everything intensifies. I was just given VIP access into the deepest parts of Daya’s mind, body, and soul. I see flashes of memories from her childhood. Daya is playing with her sisters when they were young. Her parents are holding each other while her mother is sick. Daya’s mother is telling her to be strong and brave. Her father is sending Daya and her sisters away; all five of them are crying. Daya meets Sage. Daya gets her wolf and has her first shift. I see her first time in battle; her first time taking a life. All of it. I see all of her. And I realize that she is seeing all of me too.

Daisy muttered before she finally had the courage to sit down. “I better call Dahlia and inform her that I won't be returning home tonight”. Daisy said and brought out her cell phone. . A new book of mine is out today in GoodNovel, Tada! Search for “I'm Spoiled by the Zillionaire Bachelor!” or you can simply go through my stories to find it.

Dante looked at the manuscript on the kitchen table — the fourth novel, complete, the final work of the series that had been the story of their life told in the order the life had happened. "Title?" he said. Elian had been waiting for the question. The pause had the specific quality of the answer being ready. "The Morning," he said. Dante held it. The Morning. The whole series completing in two words — the journey from the four AM hotel room to the kitchen with the light and the coffee. "Yes," he said. "That's right." "It's right," Elian said. They stood in the kitchen — the same kitchen, the title kitchen, the kitchen where everything lived — and the fourth novel was done, and the series wa

It was a novel about a girl who was mysteriously transported a thousand years back in time and first became the second daughter of the Qu family before she was married to the Eight Prince of Dongue. I enjoyed the novel for its intriguing plot twist that had me glued to my phone for hours. I was momentarily distracted by the novel because I had forgotten about Draven and the ongoing war. Well, until the door suddenly burst open. That's when I noticed that it was soon getting dark out, and the room was already so dark that I could barely make out the people standing right outside the door. There were four able-bodied men. As I tried to make out the people by their stature, I realised that ther

Four Days Later After my little sexcapade with both Alex and Lucus within the master playroom, I couldn’t seem to stop myself from wanting nor craving more. My body almost demanding it when it shouldn’t be. Currently sitting with Tony over in the library I find myself wearing nothing but a skimpy piece of lingerie yet again. The piece in the color baby pink. Grants current choice in clothing as I attempted to hide beneath a blanket at least. My eyes now glued to a novel that I had been recently reading. A book by Deborah Garland. Her Irish Mob Family drawing me into a world that was so similar to that of my own but completely different from what I knew.

Written by: Jesudamilola Abiola✍️ Genre: Erotic, trilling romance and suspense 👙Katrina POV👙💋 “What? 250 days? 12 hours per day? Do you want to kill me? Do you want me to live my whole day having sex? When will I have a time of my own??” I flared He smirked “Why would I kill you? Well, if you don’t want it like that, reduce the amount and I’ll reduce the days;” he said

"Rest up. Mom said you'll need to be back out there for the second half." The door clicked shut, and the room fell silent. The pills seemed to take effect. My throat eased, and air finally filled my lungs more fully. But dizziness hit me harder than ever. I pressed a hand to my belly, and felt a twist from within. It grew stronger, tighter with each breath. No. This isn't right! The dizziness worsened. I tried to leave. But the doorknob wouldn’t budge— she had locked it from the outside!