Days Of Discovery Novels & Stories

It was rumored that it was the place where true mates during ancient times would travel to together. As for my wolf, I knew she hadn't disappeared or been sealed away. She was just temporarily in a deep sleep. I continued to study and do experiments, and my days were mundane and uneventful. However, occasionally during experiments, I would feel a sudden pain in my chest. Tears would slide down my cheeks and drip off my chin. I shook my head briskly and continued working. Since I had forgotten it all, it didn't matter. … 21 days later, my phone suddenly began vibrating wildly.

It was now time, finals. Becca and Demitri were more than ready, but hadn't seen much of each other since their drunk kiss. They didn't know what to think of each other. Were they just friends? Did they both feel the same? Their thoughts were identical, but they made sure their paths never crossed. Becca was studying for her exam when Kendra called her. She sighed, knowing what this was about. "Hello?" Becca answered. "He dumped me, Becky! Steve fucking dumped me!" Kendra cried into the phone. Becca listened to her sobs.

Costs dropped, efficiency soared, and the business expanded at an incredible pace. Within two years, we had opened three new branches in nearby cities. The next time I saw Matthias, it was on the news. He had stalked and kidnapped a woman, imprisoned her in a seaside shack, and tortured her for 20 days before dumping her body into the ocean. The victim was Evelyn. … The scent of dinner drifted through the house. Derrick had already finished cooking. He walked over and wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice warm and easy. "Anything interesting in the news today?"

If it wasn't him, it would be painfully awkward. I felt a pang of frustration. Mr. Y and I had been going back and forth for three months. We were supposed to meet before the national holiday. My chat background was a selfie Mr. Y had sent, focusing on his hand, which I had begged him to share for ages. His fingers were slender and beautifully shaped, with nails that glowed a soft, pale pink. I had finally come across a soulmate whose chat topics matched mine perfectly, and the hand was so beautiful. Even just the part shown in the photo hit all the points I loved.

now read, "What a nice day for a stroll in the park." I broke down screaming. The phone flew from my hand and slammed into the wall, shattering the screen. "Sophie!" An anxious voice came from the doorway. I turned and saw my and Chester's parents. I scrambled over on my hands and knees and clutched Mom's leg. "Mom, tell me the truth! I have a daughter, don't I? Dottie—just last week, you knitted her a sweater! It's red, with a bunny on it!"

He immediately asked in confusion, "Mom, why did you kick me?" Marianne Darcy's eyes reddened as she slapped Zac repeatedly, angrily shouting, "You brat! Why didn't you answer the phone? Why are you treating Celia like this? Don't you know that Celia had a miscarriage because of you? Heavy bleeding! Her uterus is gone!" Marianne's wails had not yet ended when a police officer approached Zac. "Hello, Mr. Xavier. We're from the police station." Zac was still in shock, but he still answered politely, "Hello. What can I do for you?"

[Rose doesn’t have stomach cancer. Everything she says is a lie.] [Rose gave you sleeping pills. Don’t eat them!] [If you get a chance to grab your phone, call your parents for help immediately!] The notes became sloppier with each page I flipped. By the looks of it, this notebook had been discovered more than once. Every time, I would leave behind a few words of my own in the notebook. The contents of the pen drive Brody showed me and the notebook made up the full truth of what I had gone through over the past two years.

It was dark and still when Lucas woke in his bedroom. The covers were like warm clouds, and he was engulfed. He didn’t want to get out of bed, but knew that he had quite the day ahead of him. After a few minutes of debating with himself, Lucas rose from his bed with the covers still wrapped around him and walked over to the window. This was a moment he wanted to soak in. He absorbed the chill radiating from the hard floor, and allowed the warmth of the covers to spread through his body. The sun was starting to peak up from the horizon, and the smell of coffee was looming from the automatic coffee maker in the kitchen. Lucas particularly enjoys sun rises more than sun sets, he believes the be

"Are you on a mission or just passing by?" "Both, but we intend spending the night here." "Lovely, why you are at it we could use your help with a problem." "What are we dealing with?" "There has been an unusual attack for the past twenty-one days, we lost seven men." "Describe the state of the corpse." "All were pale and soft like a muddy terrain, some having multiple bite marks." "Leave that to us, we will handle it from here." "That's great news," she turns over to the Soldiers behind her, "take them to the compound and get them food."

I roll my eyes and get inside my house. The minute I enter my bedroom, I hear my phone ringing on the side table where I left it. It's a private number. "Hallo?" "Finally! I've been trying to reach you." It's a familiar voice. "Who is this?" "Don Craig." The Private investigator. I wanted to call him and ask if he found anything about my dad's case today. Good thing he called me. "You found anything?" "I found everything!" I sigh in relief. "And?" "I heard you started working at CLARKE. Can i drop by at your office and discuss this?"