Daylight Savings Time Memes Novels & Stories

My husband, Mark Thompson, and I went hiking. After eating some wild berries I picked, he was poisoned and died. When I got home, a woman named Sarah Miller and her son, Tommy Miller, showed up at my door. It turned out Mark had given them our house and car. On top of that, he owed them a huge amount of money. I ended up giving them all the savings I had. To care for my sick mother-in-law, Judith Thompson, I worked three jobs. I was surviving on basic meals like bread and butter. After years of exhausting work, I collapsed in the hospital. Judith told the doctors to stop my treatment. Just as I was about to die, Mark walked into the ward with Sarah and Tommy in his arms. He tossed five dollars at me. “Thanks for taking care of my mom all these years.” That was when I realized Mark had faked his death just to be with Sarah and their love child. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day we went hiking together.

On her twenty-first birthday, Saskia Beaumont wanted one night of freedom from her toxic family. She sneaks into an exclusive, masked club and shares a wild, passionate night with a dangerous stranger. She thought she’d never see him again. The next morning, her world shatters. Her late father’s will states that she cannot touch her billion-dollar inheritance unless she lives under the absolute control of a legal guardian for six months. Left penniless after her ex-boyfriend and stepmother steal her savings, Saskia is forced to move into the guardian's mansion. There, she comes face-to-face with the billionaire tycoon, Evander Sinclair. He was her father’s closest associate—and he is the exact same man who owned her body the night before. Evander is cold, strict, and demands total obedience during the day. But behind closed doors, the tension between them is electric. If anyone discovers their affair, Saskia loses her entire fortune to her stepmother, and Evander’s reputation will be destroyed. They have everything to lose, but neither of them can stay away from the dark, forbidden heat between them.

Khloe Ferguson has the key to her Father-in-law’s safe; a lifetime savings he kept for his son, Ethan Foster but it was unknown to him. Khloe loves her billionaire husband Ethan. He was all she ever thought of and wanted to be with. Unfortunately, Ethan does not feel the same for Khloe because she is poor. But just one night, Khloe received the shock of her life. Ethan served her cold divorce papers ending their four-year marriage. It's fine, Khloe picked up the broken pieces of her life and went back to Washington. In her journey to take her inheritance back and begin her life journey, she stumbled into Arthur Cassius, a ruthless billionaire who had left his inheritance for a secret assignment. Arthur and Khloe fell in love with each other but Khloe must go back to Maryland and carry out her assignments too. She is then discovered to be the one holding the key to the safe that belongs to Ethan. Will she forgive and give him back the key to his inheritance? What would happen if Ethan’s family found out? What is going to be her fate with her newfound love in most of her foes and woes?

Catherine (Cat) Landon thought she had built a life of trust and love with her husband, Alex Dawson—until she discovered he had emptied their savings to buy a diamond ring for his mistress. Heartbroken and lost, she sought escape in a club, only to be mistaken for a stripper and paid for a one-night stand by a mysterious stranger. That stranger was Aaron Dawson—her ex-husband’s ruthless older brother. Moments later, Cat finds herself at the mercy of a contract marriage with the same man she spent one unforgettable night with. Aaron is cold, calculating, and holds secrets of his own. He doesn’t believe in love, but he refuses to let Cat walk away. As she’s pulled into Aaron’s world of wealth, power, and deep-seated family betrayal, Cat must fight to reclaim her identity and seek revenge on the man who wronged her. But Aaron’s presence stirs something dangerous inside her—a passion she never expected. When old wounds resurface and dark secrets unravel, Cat must decide: will she allow herself to be consumed by vengeance, or will she open her heart to a second chance at love?

The train to Centraford was about to depart. That was the ride we'd spent our entire life savings—30 thousand bucks—to get a ticket for. I was gripping my mate, Byron Reynolds's, hand tightly, trying to pull him onto the last train to Centraford. This was the chance I'd waited three long years for. Once we entered Centraford, we could rise from being low-tier civilian werewolves to official Silvren Talons workers—registered, salaried, and numbered. If we missed this train, we'd be stuck forever in Sidersville, a chaotic melting pot, never able to enter the heart of the werewolf city-state. But Byron held us back, refusing to leave without Lisa Peters, who was still down by the river, washing her face. In the very last second before the train took off, I had our friends forcibly drag Byron aboard. We made it to Centraford and became Silvren Talons workers. But Lisa missed her chance. She was left behind in Sidersville and became a rogue, a plaything passed around by countless men. A few years later, she was tortured to death. Byron looked fine on the surface. But on the day of our marking ceremony, he drove a silver blade into my stomach, killing the pup growing inside me, and tore out my heart. His eyes burned red as he growled through clenched teeth, "This is all your fault. You're the reason Lisa never made it to Centraford. "She suffered so much before she died. Why do you get to be happy?" After killing me, he chopped my body up and fed it to the stray dogs. Then I opened my eyes—and found myself right back at the train station, before it departed. This time, I'd wait with him for the woman he loved so much. And I'd make him pay for everything he did to me and my pup.

When I went to buy a new house, all I found was crumpled newspaper where my savings should've been. I almost called the cops—until I found out Tony Jarrett, my own husband, had blown seven years of my hard-earned cash on a shiny new motorcycle. For Pauline Schmidt. His ex. I asked why. He just shrugged. "She's a single mom. Life's tough. This way, she won't have to walk so much." I wanted to scream, but I swallowed it down. Made him at least get an IOU from her. While I was busy sourcing stuff for the factory, a flood warning hit our town. And Tony? Out buying toy cars with Pauline and her kid. Our son was home alone, trying to stay above water. I was back. Like life hit rewind and dropped me into that exact day. The day he gave her the motorcycle. I saw them—laughing, tight, like their own little picture-perfect family. But I didn't cry this time. Didn't beg. Just turned and walked off.

When the heat wave hit, I was working at the National Weather Service and was the first to spot the climate irregularities. I warned my family to get ready ahead of time. My parents trusted me without question. They even proposed starting a "family survival fund." They told me to use the savings I'd built up since graduating to stock up on supplies, promising that they and my little sister would chip in every dollar they had too. If we were going to make it, we had to stick together as a family. I smiled. "Sure. I'll take care of the plans." That same night, I converted every penny into gold and locked it in a safe. I also went all out into building an apocalypse-proof bunker. When doomsday finally came, they showed up demanding the money we'd pooled together. "Hand over all the gold," they said coldly. "A deadweight like you is just wasting resources by staying alive." Smiling, I tossed them the safe with the gold inside, then sealed the bunker, locking them out completely. Laughing triumphantly, they opened the safe… and stared in shock at what they saw inside.

She gave him everything: her love, her loyalty, even her life savings to build his empire. On their third wedding anniversary, Victoria Hale believed her cold and distant husband would finally see her worth. Instead, he shattered her heart. With one cruel slap and a set of divorce papers, he told her the truth: he had only married her for money, and he was leaving her for her stepsister, the woman he had loved all along. Broken, mocked, and left with nothing, Victoria almost gave up. But when a powerful investor—her ex-husband’s biggest rival—offered her a chance to rise again, she took it. Two years later, the woman everyone once called weak returned as the CEO of one of the fastest-growing fashion empires worth billions. She was stunning, confident, and untouchable, no longer the naive wife who once begged for love. So when Trent Rhodes came crawling back—jealous, desperate, and ruined—Victoria looked him straight in the eyes and said, “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

Ericka Matthews has been in love with her roommate for two years. The problem? Dominic Anderson made her sign a contract when she moved in: no romance allowed, or she's out. She's respected that boundary, hidden her feelings, and watched him from across the breakfast table every morning without letting on. Then Dominic kisses her. And immediately tells her not to kiss him back. Heartbroken and humiliated, Ericka decides to disappear. She has a backup plan, savings, and an apartment lined up. She'll be gone before he even notices. But when she collapses on campus and ends up in the hospital, Dominic is forced to confront what losing her actually means. The contract gets torn up. Confessions are made. And it turns out their mothers have been running a secret spy network dedicated to getting them together for three years. Now they just have to survive Sunday dinner with both families and Aunt Linda's unopened Christmas presents. A contemporary romance about two idiots who wasted three years pretending to be "just roommates," the meddling families who saw right through them, and the kiss that finally broke all the rules.

Wendy staggered forward at the hospital entrance. She held the Seventy Thousand Dollars she had received for selling her kidney. Her pale face carried a satisfied smile. That was enough to cure Lucas. She thought it was worthy to sell off her kidney for his life. She ignored her post-surgery weakness, and stumbled all the way to the hospital ward. Her heart ached even more as she looked at the frail man lying in bed. "Lucas, your lowly girlfriend is not around. Why put on a show?" "Shut up! I'm perfecting my acting. How else could I fool her?" A familiar, teasing voice came from inside. Wendy's hand froze on the door handle. What did he mean... by fooling her? Laughter and exclamations erupted from the room. "You're smart, Lucas! A fake medical report was all it took to make that woman believe you had cancer!" "I heard she handed over all her savings; all she had was only Eight Thousand Dollars!" "Eight Thousand Dollars? Lucas could simply spend more than that on a single bottle of liquor at the bar. Her money is worthless, yet she actually offers it."