Ily Day Mga Nobela at Kwento

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?"

When I woke up, a text from Milton was waiting. [My mom is sick. Come to the house.] Milton was a moron, but his mom, Margaret Woodard, had always treated me like her own. Our parents were friends. Mine died young, and his parents took me in. Their care for me was real. But that text? It wasn't Milton's style. He never used punctuation. This had to be Cheryl, meddling with his phone and setting a trap, but I went anyway. At the Woodard Mansion, the door swung open, and a bucket of ice-cold water doused me from head to toe.

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.

i said before entering the car. Han stood there for a moment before joining me. " You look beautiful today " han complimented and i smile. " Jack never said that to me " i said rolling my eyes. Han did not reply to this, he just smile and then pull out. Larry call came in at that moment. I picked it up quickly. " Jilly your holiday is off " he said and i laughs. " Yes, I Know. It isn't as if you let me off anyway " i said rolling my eyes.

Him and I are worth it. END

she answers quietly after a few seconds, "What about your dad? When are you going to give the good news of his return?" "I have no idea. He's been postponing his return. Apparently, he met someone," I laugh and roll my eyes. I really can't imagine my father dating someone after being in deep grief for four years since my mother died, but I do feel like it’s time for him to move on, "Jubilo Day is the day of good news and blessings, so I'll talk about his return too, whether he's here or not. Hopefully, we'll get some snow that day and everyone will be excited."

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