Every Day Novels & Stories

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Thank you all for your patience I am back as I would be updating every day without fail. As long as I wake up, guys. I've missed you all. -Ella💜

Today is not like any other day. It was the very first day that I woke up so peaceful and happy after a very long and relaxing sleep. It is indeed true that time heals everything. And with the help of prayer, I am able to experience waking up to a beautiful day once again. I started my day with a shower and a breakfast then immediately drive my way to the hospital for work.

I say and wave my hand before ending the call and sighing. Maybe he’s the cure for all my problems. ➿➿➿➿ Monday, my first day of work, starts awful. I don’t remember the last time I had to wake up at six in the morning to be out and contributing to society by seven, but I hated it. I don’t know how people do this every single day.

The day I died began like any other. I wake up in the morning and start my day with the same old routine. I guess you might call it a kind of OCD, but without it, I genuinely believe my day is doomed. Crawling out of bed, I head across my college dorm room and to my tiny shower room. I stare at the hot mess of my reflection and say:

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

Chapter Nine Day Three Thursday. The next day, Bisola woke up reluctantly to the jingling of the alarm beside her. Bisola opened her eyes first, and then she rubbed her with her backhand, last night was too awesome for her, she and Tolani her friend scout every clothing store in the city, they are not necessarily buying everything, but they just wish to share more time together, both understand that, they might not have the time to share together like this in the future.

I asked “All of a sudden, she started giving me some kind of attitude I don't understand,” Daymon explained. “ On a norm, we talk up five times a day then it reduced to three days and then we don't talk in days and she won't be bothered, she is always saying she is busy”

But I’m not giving up on this book, never. And the good news? I’m planning to update daily! Yaay! ✨💃*

I said. "Three to seven days," he said. The bond was warm. The function was warm. The ordinary extraordinary days. Almost there.