Day A Novel Novels & Stories

“September 2, 2014. Those people really came to my door. They said my parents were killed by their enemies, and to protect my safety, they wanted to take me away. I told the FBI about this matter, and they said that if I were willing, I could inherit my father’s position and continue working undercover.” “November 3, 2014. It was Chloe’s birthday, and everyone drank a lot. When I woke up, I found Frank sleeping next to me. Chloe then brought Greg along to catch us in the act. Greg told me to explain myself, but I admitted that I didn’t love him anymore. I said it because I knew Chloe had a crush on him for a very long time, and I had inherited my father’s position, meaning I was about to lea

Anyone could have expected a bad news on a gloomy day, maybe a birthday boy got kidnapped on his big day or the most expensive jewelry shop caught fire on the day of the auction for the rare diamond or a million other things but losing a loved one after being dumped on your wedding day is more than just a bad news, it's a catastrophe. For Anna, it was a death sentence, she had left for the hospital when she got the horrible news from her dad. "Yes dad....Whaat!" and now she looked like a red eyed monster ready to devour any other person who tells her, 'it's gonna be alright.'

Author's POV As Dia sips on the drinks after that lady leaves she gets drowned in that day when she thought to spend some time with him and also plan another child. But things didn't go as planned and everything turned out to be something else and painful. (Few days ago) Flashback

Don sent the fourth book to the editor in the first week of December. The book's title was The Ordinary Morning. Don had held several titles across the writing and had arrived at this one in November, in the week before he read Ernest the last section. He had said: The Ordinary Morning. Ernest had said: yes. Both knew immediately.

He opened up the journal, and when he read the first line, his gaze darkened. “Day 1: Go on a date with your wife and make sure she's Happy” “Wells?” Collins chuckled darkly, “Am I a child now?”

And as another ordinary day drew to a close beneath a sky full of endless possibilities— Ama stepped forward without hesitation. Ready for tomorrow. Ready for whatever came next. End of Book One.

"I want a day off from all of them." Dess smiled, the full warm version. "Done," she said. "I'll make the soup." The morning passed slowly and pleasantly. Jayda finished the novel she had started the previous Sunday, the ending of it doing what good endings did, which was not resolve everything cleanly but leave you with the specific sense of having been somewhere real for the hours you spent inside it. She put it down and looked at the rain and felt the particular contentment of someone who had read a good book on a rainy Saturday and had nowhere to be and no decisions pending and was simply in the moment they were in without it requiring anything.

"Dad, I'm sorry for what happened today. Your identity got exposed… I'm really sorry." He chuckled and patted my hand. There wasn't a trace of blame in his voice as he chided gently, "Silly girl. I'll always have your back when you need it. How could I ever blame you for standing up for yourself?" A breeze brushed past, lifting my hair and the anger that had been weighing on my chest. … I later heard that Nigel had gone bankrupt and left Saltmere to return to the countryside. Apparently, he was now the hick Arlo had so despised.

Callie woke with a start shooting up into a shooting position, she was breathing fast and her whole body ached. She looked around realizing that she was back in her bedroom. She tried moving her arm to grab her phone but buckled up from the pain. Her body was burning up. Must be the side effects from dimensional travel, she thought. She pushed herself towards the drawer where she kept the jar holding the crystal petals. Luckily for her it was right beside her bed. The jar floated out immediately she pulled it open and just like before it opened on its own. A single petal—not half unlike before floated out and landed on her hand where it was absorbed. The jar closed and floated back into the

It would only keep me close to a life that had already ended. London was gray and wet when I landed. The first evening, I sat on the edge of the bed with my coat still on, listening to rain tap against the window. For a moment, I missed home so badly I almost couldn't breathe. Then my phone lit up with an email from Caroline West. Welcome to London, Nora. Get some sleep. We start Monday. Caroline ran the London office of a crisis communications firm. Two years earlier, after we worked together on a difficult corporate case, she had offered me a position.