From The Day By I Am They Novels & Stories

Tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow is the day where two clans will fight life and death, defending the honor of their group even if it costs them life and blood. And this morning, Angel chose to be a normal human being, at least he wanted to spend time happily with his mother. Because no one knows what will happen tomorrow, whether he will live or die. "Mom, let's go!" Mrs. Matthew frowned. "Mommy is off today." "Therefore, I want to take mommy for a walk today."

Her comments encouraged me so much, she made me learn to believe in my self. “Eros, I’ve had the worst day ever,” I typed, my thumbs flying across the screen. “Aamon, Ember’s brother, just claimed me as his mate! I know it’s another trap, just like Ryder. And to make matters worse, Aamon is friends with that asshole!” I paused, taking a deep breath before continuing.

“Athan hasn’t set foot outside his mansion in six years. The place is a fortress. How exactly do you plan on getting close enough to hand him a code?” The room went dead quiet again. “Giorno dei Morti,” Amy murmured into the silence. Drake’s gaze snapped to her. “The Day of the Dead?” “Yeah. Everyone who has lost someone participates, right? And it’s only two days away,” she said, her voice growing more confident. Marcus’s eyes widened slightly, a look of genuine impression crossing his face. “So Athan is definitely leaving his mansion tomorrow.” Drake let out a low hum. He reached over, casually patting Amy on the head, the condescending gesture a dog owner might give a golden retriever. Am

The tunnel looked endless as the gloom consumed the light, and the sound turned to pitiful echoes. The memory of Matthew and that fateful day surged forward and made my head throb with its aggression. I could almost feel the bile return, and my muscles twitch and contort again. ‘Be brave.’ The voice returned to me, singing like the seraphim in my ears. It was so clear I turned to look to see where it had come from. But there was no one, only the leaves dancing in the breeze from the wilting trees. Nothing but weeds ever grew here, no matter how hard people tried.

I got to teach at a local school for kids. Work in Avernia was relatively relaxed. School days ended early in the afternoon, so once the children went home, I would head back, too. I usually spent the rest of the time reading, writing, or simply allowing myself to breathe. Day by day, life began to feel normal. Gavin would often stop by with takeout or groceries, always bringing something warm and comforting. One evening, he turned on the TV to a Velmarish news broadcast—something I hadn't seen in months.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ She never wanted a big house to survive, A small place in his heart was enough for her to thrive. He never wanted her to be perfect, As for him, she was already his most precious asset. They have fought with darkest nights, With a hope to see a morning full of light, Segregated, they were burning in the fire of hell, Together, they are in heaven's shell. Now, no barrier can keep them apart, As they live in each other's hearts. ~dayyyyydreamerrr (S.G.) (15/02/2021-23/06/2021)

THE NEXT DAY AVIANA POV When I woke up this morning, I only had one thing on my mind, THE DATE. Tonight I had a date with the one man that has not been able to leave my mind since the moment I first saw him. That clouded my mind with needs, wants and fantasies. Lord knows I didn't need another man right now, not after my ex.

She glared at me, her voice dropping to a threatening whisper, “Don’t lie to me. Tell me all the details.” When she threatened to cut off my mother's medical treatment, I had no choice but to spill the truth. [Flashback] The memory of that day remained crystal clear. The rainy season always was pervaded by a lingering and inescapable scent of rust. I sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, unconsciously twirling a scalpel in my hand. Outside, the neon lights blurred into colorful patches in the curtain of rain, reminiscing about the peach blossoms shattered upon the river's surface in New Valetta that year.

Who's gonna rock you when the sun won't let you sleep? Who's waking up to drive you home when you're drunk and all alone? Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning? It ain't me, no, no It ain't me, no, no It ain't me, no, no. ❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️ VANESSA' POV❤️

"I don't remember you. Should I?" "You forget me every night." I explain. Mechanical. Rehearsed. Automatic. "At midnight. All of you. Every day I start over. Every day I introduce myself. Every day I tell our story. Every day we love. Every night you forget. It's been one hundred and twelve days. This is day one hundred and thirteen." "One hundred and thirteen days?" Damon looks shocked. "Of this? Of daily forgetting? That's torture." "Yes." I don't bother lying to him. "But it's immunity. From the Absolute. From dying manipulation. From inevitable doom. I suffer daily to avoid suffering eternally. Fair trade. Supposedly."