Ily Day Novels & Stories

"Anything interesting in the news today?" I switched off the television and leaned back into him. "Nothing important," I said. "Just things that don't matter." The holidays were approaching. Inside, the house was warm, filled with the comforting smell of food. Outside, snow fell quietly, and the evergreens in the yard stood tall against the cold wind. It felt like the coming year would be a good one.

I’m talking so good it brings tears to your eyes Ian: awww is my feeder already planning all the ways to fill me up while im there? Dre: damn baby, warn a guy if we’re getting nasty on the texts, my sister is right by me Ian: Oh my god. you KNOW thats not what i meant Dre: How was your day? i was expecting to be the one receiving text spam, not sending it Ian: i kind of had a horrible day Dre: wanna talk about it? i can call when Hyeri goes to bed Ian: Honestly? I’d rather talk about anything else like that horrible pun you made on the first flash card

Shawn calmly told every passer-by about our past during the first week of his apology campaign. "She was cheeky as a kid. She stole the neighbor's oranges, so the dogs chased her for nearly a mile. She even left her pants along the way. "Shes a gentle girl and always remembers my favorite food. "Evelyn's really smart. She could answer every question the teachers had, beating the entire class by a landslide. Whenever she raised her hand, the teacher immediately knew that they made a mistake."

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

Evan turned and saw a piano nearby. "There's a piano!" He exclaimed happily. Indeed a paradise, he thought. "Wanna play it?" Evan nodded excitedly and immediately went in front of the piano. He pressed a tile and was delighted when it created a sound. Bea drew near beside him and started to hum a song. Evan followed her with the melody, with the beauty of nature being with them. They both look happy together. No pain. No tears. It was such a dream he wouldn't want to be woken up from. This is just too perfect. Evan gazed at Bea who was singing, too innocently. He smiled at her when suddenly the place started to darken as if a typhoon was coming. The clouds obscured the sun until the place be

Eva chimed in. "Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll be together as a family soon!" Fred promised. "And that Aster woman is so mean! She hit Mommy's head and made her bleed," Eva continued. "Actually, Mommy and I knew Uncle Lionel's kids were dead—we just didn't tell him! During the earthquake, Mommy and I made a bet about whether Uncle Lionel would save me or his kids. If I won, Mommy promised me a pool party!" "And you won, you clever girl!"

"St. Hartwell University hands out offers early, but classes are about to start. Have any of you gotten one? "Check out Amelia's real grades. They're so bad that she wouldn't even make the middle of the pack, let alone get into St. Hartwell and help you connect with political and business big shots." Their delusions of grandeur crumbled right before their eyes. They stared at the watermarked transcript, panting and red-eyed. Bruce had me and Howard take a seat up front, ignoring the losers, and told the priest to start the wedding. Yoel's head snapped up, his eyes red and raw as they met mine, his voice thick with regret and sadness.

Feeling a little better, Jayda cleaned up, did her usual morning routine and got ready for work. Jayda considered today to be one of the days where she woke up on the wrong side of the bed so she was not in the mood to do anything extra. She settled for a simple knee-length official dress and brushed her hair. She decided to go makeup-free today. She reached for her hand and laptop bag, then made her way out of the room. "I was about to call you down for breakfast," Lilian said, pointing to the pancakes on the table. She was already dressed up for work too.

Ryle stirred, but remained in the realm of dreams, his innocent face reflecting the tranquility of childhood slumber. "Come on, Layla is making your favorite hamburger for breakfast. It's waiting for you," Isabella coaxed, giving him a gentle shake. Ryle's eyes fluttered open, and a wide grin spread across his face. "Hamburger?" Ryle yawned, rubbing his eyes with tiny fists. Isabella nodded, her smile mirroring his excitement, and affectionately ruffled his hair. "Yes, your favorite hamburger. But you have to get ready quickly," Isabella replied, her voice filled with warmth and playfulness.

Their bond was dying yet Ryder couldn't make it right. When did he get home last night? Ivy had no idea. They were drifting apart slowly and he wasn't ready to do anything about it. Just then, his voice jolted her from her thoughts. "You're awake. Dress up let's leave." He muttered to Ivy, his voice flat with his face devoid of any expression She nodded her head, climbing down from the bed. Today was finally the D day. The day she'd once felt genuine happiness after such a long time. She was going to meet the person who genuinely values her and adores her like his own granddaughter. There was no doubt that Grandpa Walton adored Ivy so much.