Eman Daybreak Novels & Stories

“Broken night?” Janice questioned. She had been led in as usual, and sat, still cuffed, across the table from Byron. “Hmm?” Byron looked at her, appearing confused. “That's what my mom used to call it when nightmares or something kept waking you up— a broken night.” “Oh,” now he began to understand. “Yeah, it looks like you had one.” “You could say that for sure.” “That's okay, I did too. I was dreaming about Lacey all night, Lacey and that damn snake.”

Panic training for a war we don’t even know for sure will happen. “Go… we don’t need you here, and it’s late. You too, Toya. Both of you eat and get some rest. Rema is coming with Jasper once they collect the books from the Manor. We don’t need so many people on this.” It’s not that late. Mid-evening, maybe later. The sun is down due to the season, making it feel like night, but it’s still early enough to go for a walk and maybe see Eve’s cottage again. I need some alone time. I need brain space to catch up and calm down. Everyone has their purpose except me, and I feel like a useless third wheel.

It might have hunted for food last night. The golden beam of light was starting to appear on the horizon. It was almost dawn and it made me enjoy my meal while watching the sunrise on the glass window. I was only able to finish half of the chicken, then I went to the window and opened the frames to let the sun rays come in. I shaded my eyes with my left hand as the sunbeam dazed in my direction. Only then I noticed that I was still wearing the rose pearl bracelet that the bookkeeper had given me. One of the beads disappeared gradually before my eyes. I took a closer look, and indeed there was already a space on the beads. The red thread was showing due to the disappearance of the one bead. “

The dawn that broke over Manila was not the soft, forgiving light of a new beginning. It was a harsh, clinical glare that revealed every crack, every layer of grime, and every systemic failure of the Vallocchi empire. By eight in the morning, the city didn't just know the truth—it was feasting on it.

The “accident.” This wasn’t a dream. I had been sent back to the very start of the end. “I... I need a moment,” I said, forcing a smile that felt like it could crack my face. “I’ll be down in a minute.” As soon as Loanne left, I locked the door behind her. My legs felt weak, but my mind was sharpening with alarming clarity. I glanced at the calendar. I had less than twenty-four hours to prevent a murder and derail a life sentence masquerading as a marriage.

She got lost in the sound of his voice and the warmth of his body; she didn't even realize the sun was coming up. A throat cleared behind them and Morgan jumped. She let go of the wheel and pulled away from Gavin like she had been caught doing something wrong. The ship jerked to the right and she almost fell over from it. Gavin was quick and grasped the wheel, straightening it. "What was the one thing I told you?" Gavin grumbled. She glanced behind him and saw Jason with a silly grin on his face. "Morning" He announced coming over to Gavin clapping him on the shoulder

“I’m sorry I wasn’t stronger.” I kissed her hair. “You were stronger than all of us.” Ahead, the dawn broke. Soft light spilling over a world still spinning beneath our battered hearts. For now, that was enough. But deep inside me, I knew… Nyx wasn’t finished yet. --- As the sun rose, miles behind us beneath the rubble of Site Eleven… The vault lights blinked green. System rebooting.

Why wouldn't they let me die? "Evelyn… You're awake?" A voice, hoarse and almost broken, echoed in my ears. I turned my head and saw Damien leaning over the bedside. He was still in his black tuxedo, but the swagger of a groom was gone. His collar was torn wide open, his hair a mess, and stubble darkened his jaw. His eyes were swollen and bloodshot, looking worse off than I did after dying once. Seeing me awake, a frantic joy flashed in his eyes. He gripped my hand so tightly as if he wanted to fuse it with his own flesh and bone.

"Every ending is a doorway. Every arrival, a new departure. Every resurrection, a second chance at first moments." One Year After Reconstitution Elara woke to sunlight streaming through the bedroom window and took a moment—as she did every morning—to marvel at the simple fact that she could wake at all. Solid. Physical. Real.

"Angel, wake up... come on, wake up...." Instead of Angel waking up, the deer appeared to be alive again. Erick turned to the deer that was already running with an annoyed look. "Fuck!" "Eeenggg...." The moaning sound made Erick focus back on the girl in his lap. "Angel... can you hear me?" Angel's eyelids slowly moved open, staring sadly at the handsome face above him. "The deer?" "You almost died and you're still thinking about that damn deer, huh?" Erick replied annoyed.