Irue The Day Novels & Stories

I crept down to welcome her in my arms. I see what it's like I see what it's like for day and night Never together 'Cause they see things in a different light Like us, but they never tried Like us She put a flower crown in my head and kissed my forehead gently. She smiled at me and whispered I love you before leaving. You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make it 'til the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the Gods above Can separate the two of us (Two of us)

Sunrise led to Day, just as Sunset led to Night. "I trust you all had a good night's rest." Apollo's smile was one of many layers, and I felt myself grow wary as his knowing eyes ran over my face. "During your stay in this house, feel free to make it your home. As you all know, Iridian will play out as long as needed, until a single one of you emerges victorious."

Irene I wake with the taste of blood still in my mouth. My body aches from every strike, every lash, every cruel laugh that followed me into the dark. My birthday was yesterday. The day the Goddess gave me mates. The day my heart shattered. I push myself up on shaking arms. My throat is raw. Aria whimpers inside me, her voice faint. Irene… I can’t bear this anymore. “I know,” I whisper. “But we don’t have a choice.”

Shirley's so desperate to marry off Yoel and the others, she'd stoop to hiring an imposter to play the Don! "She's going to be in deep trouble once the Sullivan family catches wind of this!" Bruce could not help but smirk at their realization, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "Outrageous!" That was when my dad walked in, leaning on me for support. He glared at the four figures above, his anger fueled by my plight, burning with a fierce intensity. "You traitors. Show some respect to Bruce, the Sullivan family's new don!"

It was dark and still when Lucas woke in his bedroom. The covers were like warm clouds, and he was engulfed. He didn’t want to get out of bed, but knew that he had quite the day ahead of him. After a few minutes of debating with himself, Lucas rose from his bed with the covers still wrapped around him and walked over to the window. This was a moment he wanted to soak in. He absorbed the chill radiating from the hard floor, and allowed the warmth of the covers to spread through his body. The sun was starting to peak up from the horizon, and the smell of coffee was looming from the automatic coffee maker in the kitchen. Lucas particularly enjoys sun rises more than sun sets, he believes the be

This moment, once longed for, now came with a heavy air of uncertainty. Iris stood on the ceremonial dais draped in silver and white. The fabric of her robe shimmered with threads laced with lunar dust, glowing softly in the morning light. The tri-mark on her wrist burned steadily, reacting to the sacred space and the expectation of the moment. Aiden stepped beside her, his presence strong and reassuring. He offered his hand. “Today, we restore what was taken.” She took it. “And we face what’s coming.” The crowd of pack members watched with hopeful eyes. Elder Ruel stepped forward, holding the ceremonial circlet of moonstone. Just as he raised it to place upon Iris’s brow, the ground shudder

Cattleya corrected. She reached into her coat, her gloved fingers wrapping around the hilt of her heavy surgical bone-saw while her left hand drew a long, heavy iron wrench from her tool harness. "The Iron Guard operates under strict, linear engagement directives," Cattleya continued, her tone as clinical and unhurried as if she were delivering an anatomical lecture in Dr. March”s operating theater. "They clear from top to bottom, burning the perimeter before advancing to the center. They expect terror. They expect retreat."

“What does it matter who I talked to? If you don’t pay today, we’ll keep livestreaming until you do! Let the whole internet see your true face!” The number of viewers in the livestream kept climbing. Comments scrolled rapidly across the screen, almost all of the insults directed at me. Just as Julian was shouting the loudest, the roar of engines suddenly echoed from the far end of the street. Everyone instinctively turned to look.

he replied. Tears welled as I stared at the document, playing my part to perfection. The staff member softened. "Please, reason with the lady. Death's final. Best to mourn with dignity." I nodded, approaching Evelyn to tug her away. She whirled, shoving me away. I stumbled and fell to the ground. She grabbed the staff member by the collar, her voice sharp with fury. "Open the furnace now! My son isn't dead yet! Open it!" The staff member froze, but he couldn't lay a hand on her. He sighed, "The furnace is on a timed cycle. Once it's ignited, it won't open until the process is finished."

"Alright, alright, I'll take you with me." When Bruce let out his last grunt of pleasure, he looked up and met with my gaze in the room. I immediately closed my eyes. Bruce jumped in fright. "I closed the door before I came out. Why is it open?" "Why does it matter? She's dead asleep anyway. Ignore her. Come and be with me." Soon, I heard their bodies smashing against each other. It was only in the early morning when they finally quieted down. I did not sleep the entire night. My pillow was soaked with tears.