Ily Day Novels & Stories

Damion tilted his phone away suddenly. "You can't see the rest." Damion stated before putting his phone away. Jayce only shrugged, looking around as citizens passed on by. They gave congratulations and holiday greetings. Jayce patted his front pocket in his jeans, looking back inside to Lily. The sun had gone down and it was still late afternoon, stars sparkled in the clear sky above him. His breath fogged in front of his eyes. In the first time in a long time, he felt cold.

Monday morning arrived with the specific quality of a morning that meant business. Not harsh, not the grey unforgiving kind that made getting out of bed feel like an argument you were already losing. Just clear and direct and October-cold through the window glass when Jayda pressed her palm flat against it for a second before going to make coffee, a habit she had developed without noticing it, the daily confirmation that the outside world was still there and still doing its thing regardless of what was happening in her immediate circumstances.

“Would you be here if they did not have sex?” Today, the sun beat down like a man furious on the eatery, baking human bodies along with it. Jason was on day shift and that meant he would be going home soon to see his brothers. Home was one room in their uncle’s house in Daltom where they were allowed to stay for the time and reminded constantly of how useless they were. Once Jason had thought of fighting his uncle and saying ‘fuck off’ to him, but his life savings advised him otherwise. There was no way he was going to survive outside there with three of his brothers without help from anybody. They would have nowhere to stay, that was for sure. Duke was still 11 and very stubborn; Jack was 8

Very rarely there are children today who want to shake the hand of a new person known as Ily today. Ily stares at the departure of the BMW car that took Jesya away, staring with a smile that continues to stretch out on her tiny lips, after the black car was lost in the corner. Ily looked up, staring at the not-so-sweltering afternoon sky as a clump of clouds covered the sun's rays. You could say the weather today is cloudy because this time is usually the Sun is still happy to shine. Ily stared at the handsaplas attached to their feet, he recalled the incident where Juno grazed himself. Is that some kind of revenge?

I would look sternly and scold him, but he would only look gently at me and say in a low, loving voice, "It's okay, Melody. You'll remember the love between us sooner or later. We haven't had our bonding ceremony yet." I was disgusted by him. He made me feel very uncomfortable. One day, Lira and I were planning on getting some lamb chops after work. When we reached the door, we saw Dylan there again, leaning on the pillar next to the entrance. Lira jumped in shock. "What kind of madness is this?"

His familiar fragrance enveloped me. I murmured, "Landon, you smell amazing…" That made his ears turn bright red. The next thing I knew, he captured my lips in an even more searing kiss. In between kisses, he whispered, "A zombie's fated partner is the only one who can see what we truly look like and smell the fragrance unique to us. I'm a lucky man, Annabelle." Our bodies remained pressed together as we shared a passionate night. It wasn't until dawn, when the first light of day slowly crept over the horizon, that Landon stopped as I begged for mercy in exhaustion.

Ishida said as tears of joy flowed down his cheeks. “You do realize that this is a dream, right?” Ishida’s father smiled. “Yes, I do, Father.” “Let us spend a few moments watching the sunrise, shall we? Dawn is always my favorite time of day. It marks the beginning of a new day— a new day always comes with new opportunities.” Ishida nodded. “Son, I have a favor to ask you. I know this isn’t the best time for it, but will you do one last favor for me?”

Madelyn exclaimed. "I know right!" I teased. She laughed. "Idiot!" "I want Maple syrup! Pleaseeee!" I pleaded. "Okay okay!!!" She sighed. "I'll bring tons of it," •••• 6 am. Wednesday, the 30th of May. A.k.a., Doomsday Today is the day. It's the day we stand up for our rights! Well, more like the day "I" stand up for... "my"... 'non-existent' rights.

*River* The sun spills golden light across the Lycan Kingdom once more, illuminating the cobblestone streets and the castle that stands proudly at its heart. I stand alongside Kellan, my loyal beta, as we prepare for an event that will forever change the fabric of our lives. The air is electric with anticipation, and I can feel the pulse of the kingdom thrumming beneath my feet. Yesterday, we celebrated victory and the dawn of a new era; today, the king and queen honor those who fought to reclaim their home.

All always. “Day 473,” Adrian said. Not counting. Naming. “How’s almost 3.” “Loud,” Susan said. From stove. Pancakes. Not donuts. “Birthday pancakes. Because tradition. And because donuts + twins + 3 = FBI again.” “Good call,” I said. _Thump._ “No,” Isla said. First word. Of the day. To Susan. To pancakes. “No,” Ivy said. Copying. To Isla. To everything.