Novel & Cerita Eman Daybreak

*6:45 AM* Elma woke up before the sun. Day 5. Her body trusted rest now, but her mind still did check-ins at odd hours. Today the check-in was: _Who are you if no one is watching?_ She lay still and let the question sit. No answer came. That was okay. Her phone buzzed. Destiny at 6:30 AM: _Bench. 10 AM. Bring whatever truth you’re ready to say out loud._ Nathan at 6:42 AM: _Bringing nothing but my name again. Hayes Corp stays home today._

I wake up with a start, perspiring and panting. I look at the cell phone. It's still three in the morning. I fell asleep reading the book, I almost lost track of which page I had stopped. I scroll the phone screen, several notifications, including Stephen, Max, my dad and Ethan. I run a hand over my face and feel around the headboard for my glasses so I can read the messages. A bunch of dramatists.

Did she actually make a mistake leaving her son and father behind? Farrah closed her eyes, kneading her forehead gently as she slowly organized her thoughts. She couldn’t afford to have doubts about herself this time. Not only would it not help her achieve her purpose, but it also hinders her companions. Farrah eventually calmed down and fell asleep. When she woke up, it was already six am. Everyone’s already walking out of their rooms, either yawning or still had their eyes closed. “Woke up? Clean your faces and have breakfast.” Twilight ordered, pointing to the leftover foods Farrah cooked last night. Gracea reheated it as their breakfast.

Nyx commented, still reading the papers. “No. Clyde is a human.” Beta Mellow retorted. “It is very favorable since according to him, the brothel house accepts human employees with noticeable characteristics.” “Then why do we have to wait for the sun to go down before we could met him?” Sebastian queried, taking note of the passerbys and the sorts of activity going around the vicinity. They are all repetitive. “He got some problem with his eyes. He said it is getting very sensitive to the sun. It is the same characteristic that got him the job.” Beta Mellow glanced on his wristwatch. “It would be less than two hours before we can meet him.”

I simply ignored him and picked up the call. Luca’s deep, pleasant voice came through the line. “Em, where are you? The runway show’s about to start. We’ve got a speech to give.” I couldn’t help but smile, letting out a soft hum in response. “I’ll be right there.” Before my smile could fade, somebody suddenly grabbed my wrist. “Who was that man?” Jake’s jaw was tense. He looked like a volcano on the verge of erupting.

******** Dream end ******* Drake's morning started with a pleasant surprise as he woke up to the sweet aroma of breakfast wafting through the air. The sunlight was streaming into the room, signaling that it was already morning. He realized that he had an unfinished conversation with Jeff from the previous night, but for now, the aroma of food was too tempting to ignore. As he made his way to the dining table, he found a beautifully set breakfast spread waiting for him. The table was adorned with his favorite dishes, a spread that Kate had carefully prepared. His stomach rumbled in response to the delicious sight before him.

~RUBY Dawn crept steadily upon me, and as the rays of sunlight filtered through the slightly parted bedroom curtains, I sighed. Damn daybreak. The panic that had been growing steadily in my chest became a huge weight as dawn broke, helrading us into a new day. A new day I desperately wanted to avoid. A new that that came with making hard choices. Ethan stirred beside me and opened his eyes, the sleepy look making him as sexy as ever. My heart broke at the thought of him using these same tender eyes to glare at me after I would have gone through with the anonymous caller's plan.

**The Next Day...** As dawn broke, a gentle light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. When Alex finally stirred from his deep slumber, he realized that he was still curled up in the same position from the previous night. He couldn’t recall when exactly exhaustion had embraced him, but he distinctly remembered the comfort of resting his head on Anjali's lap, drowning in tears yet finding solace in her presence. After a decade of tumult, the morning air felt invigorating, as if it had lifted a weight he had carried for far too long.

Eden’s POV The morning light was a betrayal. It felt too bright, too ordinary for a world that had shifted so violently on its axis the night before. I had spent the hours between midnight and dawn staring at the dark, my skin feeling too tight for my bones, replaying his voice—beast, not as a man.