Irue The Day Novels & Stories

The explosion that followed silenced the cries. From the darkness, illuminated by the fire engulfing the train, the figure that had been waiting by the roadside approached the wreckage. He stopped before it and pulled the hood from his face. His face was a horrid affair, a decaying patch with worms crawling out of it. He raised his hand towards the train and the train shivered violently, even as it was still burning. Wraiths of bodies, translucent and glimmering a ghoulish blue, rose from the wreckage. The faces on these wraiths were confused and they seemed to be drawn to the being rather than moving towards the figure by the roadside. On sighting him, they started screaming, high-pitched,

“Are you sure you really don’t want me to come with you?” Iris asked for the third time. Swinging the door open, Max looked at her with a small smile on his lips. His lips parted to refuse Iris once again but she was quick to cut him off. “Okay, okay. I’ll just be here because it’s still dangerous for me outside and you don’t want me to get hurt or to be captured again,” she blurted out with a twinge of sarcasm on her tone. In that morning, Max had woken up with his mood in sync with the sunny day outside. He started to once again for the past year to wake up with no heavy feeling, and with Iris finally laying by his side.

Day 1 Iris The harsh clang of the bell woke me up. It wasn't a gentle or melodic ring; it was a rude, insistent noise that scraped against my skull and shattered the remnants of my dreams. I swatted at the empty air as if I could silence the awful sound, but it kept ringing and intensifying my headache. Finally, it stopped. But my dear sleep was gone, chased away by the damned bell and the start of another day at this camp.

I frown, type back quickly. Me: I think so. I’ve seen some weird black marks just appear on my body from nowhere. I hit send just as the door creaks open. Luke stands there with a tray, our dinner. The food smells divine and, despite the storm inside me, hunger claws at my belly. Iris’s reply pops in. Iris: Okay. Thanks, Love. Kisses. I push the phone aside as Luke sets the tray down, settling beside me. “We’re heading for battle tomorrow.” His voice is low, grim. “Are you going to fight me all through?”

You do not build strong, so now make it safe. Fire your living enemies anyway. Amen. Go build new day. Make it new. Your each day of life makes day special too. Go climb. Go sustain. Do not withstand defeat. May you be forever on rise. On rise may you stay. Amen. Thankfully, Your guide!:)

The elders in the family are big on good omens, insisting we pick a nice date for the wedding for good luck. But after a fortune teller proposes nine potential wedding dates, Edward Colton turns every single one down. It's the tenth time now. Edward shakes his head yet again. I gaze at his handsome face and blurt out, "I think this date is perfect." Edward is busy scrolling through messages in his group chat, not even bothering to glance up at me. "This date won't work. Jolene and the others just mentioned they want to go to Hallibay for vacation. Turn down your mom's suggestion." I curl my fingers tight. His eyes remain fixed on his phone screen, as if he has endless conversations to t

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."

Dylan’s POV “I don’t care what he thinks.” The words leave my mouth the second I wake up. The apartment is quiet around me, and the early sunlight barely pushes through the curtains while my phone lies beside my pillow. I stare at the dark screen for a long moment anyway. K’s comment from last night still sits in my head. Very annoying. I throw the blanket aside and sit up roughly. It feels like I never slept because my shoulders are already tense. Somewhere outside, traffic moves through the city below my apartment windows while my coffee machine hums quietly from the kitchen.

"Nothing! I just meant Nova's plan is solid, and she'll do a great job this afternoon!" Irene sauntered over in her heels, bending to pretend she was checking my computer, but her lips hovered near my ear. "That thermal bag looks fancy. What brand is it? Did he bring it personally?" My cheeks flushed. I nudged her lightly. "Get back to work!" She straightened, winked at me, and walked away with a sway, leaving behind the mischievous promise that a confession tonight could bring leniency tomorrow. At 2:30 pm, it was time for the department meeting.

"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