Eman Daybreak Novels & Stories

" Serena continued to scream from the sofa, but I'd already returned to the bedroom to rest. - Probably trying to get back at me for what I did, Serena didn't return to our bedroom at all the entire night. The next morning, I made a two-person breakfast like I always did. To my surprise, she offered to drive me to work with her. Ever since we got married, she had never made our relationship public, insisting that business and personal matters remain separate at the company. Even when we left home for work in the morning, she had never once let me ride in the same car with her. I didn’t refuse. I thought that this unnatural act of her fetching me to work was because of how coldly I treated he

★。＼｜／。★ VANESSA DAVIS ★。／｜＼。★ The next morning, I woke up before my alarm—before the sun even rose over Manhattan’s jagged skyline. The city hadn’t stretched its arms yet, but I was wide awake, eyes open to the soft blue tint of morning crawling through the window. This isn’t the normal time I’d wake up. But I’d been on colton’s farm for months, it changed my sleeping schedule. Who gets up at five am, anyways?

Breakups should happen at night. Everyone knows that. Night has the correct lighting for emotional ruin. Shadows. Rain against windows. Someone standing in a doorway with a bag and a tragic expression, preferably while a song plays softly enough to be legally distinct from a soundtrack. Maya chooses Tuesday morning at 8:12 a.m., because Dex has just made pancakes. This feels unfair. It also feels efficient.

I mumbled, my throat feeling dry and raspy. "Did you forget what day it is?" Ember asked, marching over to the edge of the mattress with an expectant, wide grin. "It’s Saturday morning, Amaris. Which means it is the usual family mandatory breakfast. Everyone has to be at that table. No exceptions. You know how my father is. If you’re even a minute late, his mood goes completely down the drain, and trust me, nobody wants to face a grumpy Alpha Varg during weekend drills." As I sat there, listening to Ember talk about the breakfast, the family, and her father’s strict rules, the only thing dominating my mind was Gray.

The silver, sterile light of an Edmonton dawn cut through the upper windows of the East Wing library, slicing across the concrete floor like a razor blade. It was exactly 05:30. Grace opened her eyes to the harsh reality of the morning, her mind instantly attempting to boot up its standard analytical sequences. But the data parameters were fundamentally broken.

“Every step.” --- Cassian Steps In “That ends now,” Cassian said coldly. Elias looked at him calmly. “You still think this is something you can end.” --- The Breaking Point “This isn’t your system anymore,” Elias continued. “It never was.” --- The Final Move Before anyone could react— Elias moved. Fast. Too fast. --- The Shock A flash. A device. A trigger. Aria’s eyes widened. “Cassian—!” --- Impact The system crashed. Hard.

Penny woke to hear the steady fall of rain on the roof and the spatter of heavy drops against the window pane. The room was filled with sombre grey light but she could not be sure whether the dawn was breaking or if the storm were responsible for the darkness. But it did not matter. Nothing mattered except Jeremy.

Dawn had only just begun to break over New York when Sloane Quinn's eyes flew open. The alarm was still hours away, but her mind refused to drift back into the peaceful embrace of sleep. The unfamiliar bed pressed against her back with foreign weight, and her thoughts were already racing: the first day, the first training, Lennox Graves, Marcus, the tour.

she asks. Another straightens, sniffing the wind. “That’s not thunder.” A third’s smile fades entirely. “Someone’s coming.” They all look toward the ridge just as the banners unfurl. The moment they realize what’s happening is like glass shattering. They stagger back, their voices rising, spells half-formed on their lips. They’re too late. Dawn has broken, and with it, retribution. I brace both hands on the stone as the light pours in, rising higher and higher, illuminating every inch of the valley. It’s a new day, a new beginning, and finally, after all the darkness, freedom will come.

“Shut the hell up. You can’t do nothing, weirdo.” The confrontation died down quickly when the manager, a rotund, bald-headed man, came around. Grant left with the order, mumbling about Jason staring at the wall like a weirdo. Jason was still fuming but he managed to keep working like a robot until the sun was completely swallowed by the horizon.