Eman Daybreak Novels & Stories

And maybe it did. --- One evening, after a particularly grueling day, I found myself wandering outside the base. The air was cool, and the sky was painted in shades of purple and orange as the sun dipped below the horizon. It was one of those rare moments of quiet, when the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the next disaster to strike. I didn’t expect to find Ethan out there, leaning against the edge of one of the barricades, staring out into the distance. He didn’t hear me approach at first, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, as if he was scanning for threats even in the stillness.

Thursday I didn’t get any proper sleep, but I needed to get up really early so that my parents who think I’m at a sleepover wouldn’t see me. I changed in my uniform and left, trying my best not to be reminded of all the fudged-up things that happened last night. I walked to the 24/7 convenience store to grab something to eat. As I was paying for my instant, unhealthy breakfast, I looked out the window and saw the sidewalk where the fierce battle from last night took place. I suddenly wondered if people in the convenience store noticed anything during the unholy fight scene last night. People continue walking by not knowing what has happened on the pavement they're walking on. I can literally

I've always been tagged 'socially awkward' so I don't exactly expect to make friends. 'Miss Wright, You are welcome to Hills Inc. I'm Marydale Dawnson, please follow me.' This woman with extreme red lips keeps walking fast, I can barely keep up. Nothing about her feels warm and even her red lipstick is quite disturbing. Also, she could have just called me Caroline.

Demitri glared at her. "If you're not stressing, then you can easily take a break and read a book." Becca said with a huge smirk. Demitri's eyes narrowed, then he got up and walked to the non-fiction part of the library. He picked up a history book about the cold war and sat back down. He opened the book and stuck his tongue out at Becca.

With the arrival of the morning light, Camden slowly opened her eyes, grateful to witness the dawn of a new day. As she stirred, her fingers instinctively reached for the mark left on her neck, a physical reminder of the bond she now shared with Clayton. A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips, the weight of the moment still fresh in her mind. She got up stealthily, not wanting to wake Clayton. Deciding it was the perfect day for some outdoor morning yoga, Camden headed outside.

The Next Day The next day dawned bright and early, sunlight streaming through the curtains of Emily's room. She stirred, muscles aching from the intense training session with Kamsy and Inishola. Despite the soreness, she felt a strange sense of accomplishment. She had faced challenges she never thought she could overcome and was eager to see what the day would bring. She quickly dressed and made her way downstairs, finding Kamsy already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. He looked up as she entered, a smile lighting up his face.

The night the Beginning awakened. And Ember..unaware, frightened, exhausted…lay curled on her bed, believing tomorrow would be better. It would not. Tomorrow would tear the pack apart.

Declan – part two: Declan jerked awake. Inhaling sharply, he sat bold upright. It was the middle of the day, and while the curtains were drawn, and the shutters closed, it was still difficult to see through the red fog. The usual ‘daylight troubles’ as Eros liked to call it, plagued him – pounding head and aching body. He had no idea what woke him…the only time he ever woke during the day’s rest was if someone forcefully woke him, but apart from Cassidy sleeping next to him, there was no one else in the room.

She also saw her motger doing like that, Carl was a little slow this morning and Ezra is sleeping with her mouth widely open. "What do you mean?" She got her sister's attention by that question and lifts an eyebrow. "Spacing out, hopefully your brain finds it's own way back to your head." Dolora's mixing all ingredients to make pancakes and scramble eggs for this morning. "I saw mom doing it too last night, and them Dad sounds and looks like he has a hangover and then Ezzy... well I guess Ezzy is just being Ezzy." She explained, holding a face saying that everything is so weird for her.

He was resplendent in his ceremonial attire, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the golden disc of the sun was being slowly, inexorably devoured by the encroaching moon. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd as the world plunged into an eerie, midday darkness. It was a premature night; stars blinked into existence, shivering in the sudden, biting cold. To the superstitious, it was a terrifying omen of divine displeasure, a harbinger of doom. But for Elena, it was simply the elegant mechanics of the universe—a celestial reminder that even in the deepest, most suffocating shadow, the light remained, waiting patiently to return.