Daybreaker Review Novels & Stories

I said as I passed my hand through my hair and looked at my make up smudged face. I could hear the excited screams outside and I knew that people had started spinning the wheel. I wasn't in the mood to go back in there, I needed to go home. Nate will drive me home and I'll just try to move on from this breakup. The irony of being dumped on a Date-A-Thon hit me so hard that I had no joy in me. " There some things I need to tell you about Rex" Nate said pulling me out of my thoughts. " Like what?"

Turning on my heel, I went back inside and pulled the curtains close. My phone buzzed with a notification from Taylor. “You should see her. She’s at breaking point.” I texted back, “What about you? Why aren’t you with her?” Taylor didn’t respond. That afternoon, the bank handling Ivy’s student aid called me. “Ms. Bell’s loan is overdue. We can’t reach her. You’re listed as her emergency contact. Do you know where she is?” I replied, “I don’t. I no longer have any association with her.”

POV X When I’m done with my stressful calls, I’m exhausted from the day. I walk out of my office and see my bedroom door is creaked open with the lights on. I knock lightly on the door but no response, I peek in and she’s sleeping beautifully in my bed. The TV is on, and so are the lights, I start turning the lights off, and… what the fuck was she watching? Ah god, don’t tell me this girl likes these kinds of shows I think to myself and shake my head.

After sending it, I turned off my phone completely. No more thinking, no more crying. No more replaying today's disasters. I switched on the television instead. Some random romantic comedy was playing. Normally, I'd laugh, but tonight,the actors' smiles only reminded me of everything I'd lost. After twenty minutes, I switched it off. Silence filled the apartment once again. I checked the clock, it was almost ten. I decided an early night might finally give my exhausted mind some peace. I changed into an oversized T-shirt and climbed into bed. The mattress felt unfamiliar after spending so many months elsewhere but I knew I'd get used to it again. I pulled the blanket over myself and closed m

She would restore its brilliance. And she would never again mistake dependence for partnership. As she turned off the showroom lights and stepped into the night, the glass reflected not a broken woman — —but a forged one. And this time, the fire belonged to her.

He only watched with clinical detachment, continuing the injections on schedule even when I slipped into unconsciousness. They didn't care if I lived or died. They just wanted data. And somewhere far away, Matteo, my parents, and Lydia were probably sitting comfortably at home, celebrating, convinced I would soon finish this "mission" for her. On the seventh morning, just as dawn barely touched the sky, I felt my breath growing faint, my heart gripped by an invisible hand, every beat tearing through my chest. Darkness crept in at the edges of my vision. Valeri's data entries grew distant, then disappeared entirely into silence.

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

It must’d been a dream, I thought the moment sunlight flooded my vision, only to realize it was Derrick pulling the curtains open. “Hi,” I greeted him with my morning raspy voice. “Hello,” he replied, analytical as usual. He hadn’t been home when I returned last night, since he often worked later than I did. “You’re still here,” I said with yawning as I sat up on the bed. “Are you finally having a day off, my big rider?” I asked playfully.

"Relax. Order some wine and enjoy a warm bath. Call me if anything comes up. I have to go. I'm sorry, Archie is calling me." I followed Claire's instructions and ordered a bottle of wine. I relaxed in the tub and turned on some music. I left my cell phone in the bedroom and started drinking. I must've drifted off and woken up when I almost drowned in the tub. I hurriedly got up and changed to go to sleep. I saw my cell phone and saw a missed call from Cole. I saw that it was already three in the morning and decided I shouldn’t call him back.

"Roughly, Dax. Give me a number." Dax cleared his throat. He started counting on his fingers, which is something he only does when he’s annoyed. "Half the pack. At least. Every warrior who gets a scrape or a fever goes to her now. They prefer her over the old medicine man. Pack morale in the eastern quarters has improved measurably since she arrived. The men feel better knowing they won't just be patched up, but actually cured." "And Bren?" I asked. "How is his leg?" "He is walking without a limp," Dax admitted. "He shouldn't be. That break was bad. By all rights, he should have been retired to the scout units, but he’s back in heavy rotation. He says she worked on him for three nights strai