Ily Day Novels & Stories

On one sunny day, Liam went down on one knee, presenting me with a diamond ring he had designed himself, and asked, "Eleanor, will you marry me?" I smiled, held out my hand, and answered without hesitation, "Yes."

Fair. Because Peanut's excitement usually became everyone's problem. Reasonable honestly. Then finally— Saturday arrived. God. The big day. Fair. The festival day. Reasonable. The day Lily had been waiting for. God. She was awake before sunrise. Fair. Before Adrian. Reasonable. Before Elena. God. Before common sense. Fair. She stood beside their bed. Reasonable honestly. Waiting. God. Watching. Fair. Staring. Reasonable. Like a tiny ghost. God.

The brightness in his eyes vanished, not it looks completely dim. Eden had to repeat her question so Ferdinand could hear her. Ferdinand stiffened, but still answered. “Ceremony? Let's make a ceremony then. Sunday. Let's hold the ceremony on sunday.” Eden nodded, quickly agreeing. “S-Sunday it is, then.” * Meanwhile, on Farrah's side. “We need to contact Papa to inform him we are safe. He must be worried to death now.” Farrah sat on the couch, leaning her head on Dior's shoulder.

I just love it. "It's like catching lightning, the chances of finding someone like you. It's one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do. And with every step together. We just keep on getting better. So can I have this dance (Can I have this dance). Can I have this dance?"

Breakfast was soft pancakes and berries, as warm as they would be in the sun, maple syrup threaded upon the top, with a glass of cold orange juice at the side. Shirley dug in, the moment her butt landed on the chair. She closed her eyes and moaned slightly when the pancake came into contact with her tongue. “My word – I miss this.” Gehrig laughed. “Um – aren’t you supposed to be at work by now?” Shirley queried. “Well yeah, no… Actually, I called in already, and I’m “kinda sorta” allowed to be late just for today.” “Oh – yeah? Then I need to finish this quickly so we head to the room for a quick one…”

She reprimanded herself. “Long time, no see, Iyah.” JD smiles at her. “Do you like the chocolate pancake?” He asks. “I love it! The chocolate chips and chocolate syrup makes it more delicious!” Iyah answers sweetly. Ayla and Calli are quietly observing them on the side. JD and Iyah stares at each other while smiling. But the clapping of the customers make them pull their gazes away from each other. JD stares at the band and smiles. “I’m glad they are enjoying today. Last night was––“ JD whispers to himself but Iyah heard him.

she said, glancing her eyes at the pile of foreign novels she needed to translate. "Even though it's Mr. Ryeol's birthday today, delicious food will be served," Park Jini teased, glancing at Lee Umji, who didn't budge. As an ordinary employee. Your boss's birthday celebration will really help your stomach get good nutrition. Especially if the end of the month is like now. Lee Umji once again turned down Park Jini's offer. She really cannot and does not want to go to a crowded place. Fatigue and tiredness had accumulated in her body. After working later, she just wanted her eyes to be closed quickly. Rest.

"I've always been waiting for you all these years. No matter what choices you made before, or what doubts you carry now, just give me this chance. I will spend the rest of my life protecting you." … That night, Edward, being the gentleman that he was, arranged a room for me, and we slept separately. I couldn't sleep, so I picked up my phone and began scrolling aimlessly. Suddenly, a friend sent me a link. I opened it, and to my surprise, it was a video of Gilbert proposing to Cheryl. There was a drone light show, a sea of flowers, and carefully arranged lighting. Basically, it was a scene of extravagance. On screen, Gilbert knelt on one knee, holding out a ring to Cheryl affectionately. Cher

Someone sarcastically remarked, "Of course. Termination doesn't scare him. He can sell his body. Not like secretaries make much anyway." Everyone gave me weird looks. Then, a greasy, half-naked guy leered at me. I saw him drool. "Nice bod, mate. I can do anything I want with you? How much for one time? I can't give you much. Not a rich guy. But I'm still Ms. Chandler's relative. How about a family discount?" I glared at Zoey, my expression dark and stormy. "You're going to hide the truth and let them insult me how they want?"

"Darling, things are a little hectic at work today. I won't be coming home tonight. Tomorrow's our anniversary, and I made a reservation for a candlelight dinner at Palmette House. Let's bring Crispin and enjoy the evening together," Edgar Snider's voice came through the phone, warm and gravelly. I listened absentmindedly as I tapped open Winifred Clayton's chat on WhatsApp. Just an hour ago, she had sent me a video—she and Edgar, tangled up in each other's arms, kissing like they couldn't bear to part.