Irue The Day Novels & Stories

Dad gave Leo a skeptical look before motioning for Maeve to come upstairs. Meanwhile, Mom clung affectionately to Leo like he was her last scrap of warmth. "Now that Bastian's gone, you're all I have left." Leo murmured reassurances while impatiently tapping away on his phone. "Leo, are you hurt?" Her eyes narrowed when she spotted the red scratch on his arm. It was the wound I'd left when I fought off his grip on my jaw that night. But Leo guiltily tugged down his sleeve to cover the scratch and explained, "I got it while playing tennis. It's gonna be fine tomorrow."

Jonah's words were like a sharp wolf claw, tearing my heart apart. In the tribe, the fate of a werewolf is closely linked to its partner. If you don't have a partner at a certain age, you will be treated as a pariah, looked down upon, or even expelled from the tribe. Did Jonah think I would give in to him and go back to be his secondmate? My pridewouldn’t allow =for it! I turned over, and William's figure appeared in my mind. His golden pupils were as sharp as a beast, with an unquestionable majesty. He said he wanted to marry me, was thattrue?

worry" and hung up without hesitation. Moments later, a friend request popped up—Justin Lee. The man who stabbed me over twenty times and inflicted unbearable pain on me in my previous life. I took a deep breath and clicked [Accept]. No pleasantries, no formalities. I went straight to the point: [My husband is such a kind man. He picks up and drops off your wife every day. He sometimes goes to your house to take care of her too.] Soon, he replied with a short message: [I'll be home tomorrow.] I smirked, my fingers quickly tapping the screen: [I'll send you the full video.]

A morning to start with the hugs on the bed with worrying over nothing, not the thoughts that would only cause me distress. I, then, closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But moments had passed yet I am not sleepy anymore. Sleeping early last night seems to be helpful to take back the sleep that I didn't got to have. And I'm really glad that you chose to let me rest for the rest of the day after what happened. At the end of the day, you still can't resist seeing me hurting. Even though, you are preparing me for that certain day that will crush my world, you still can't see me hurting that much for the reality. You just can't and I can't stand it either.

It was the best day ever. Or so I thought at the time. Just like our first date, George took me sailing. He had a picnic of delicacies set up for us. Wine and cheese with fresh fruit, oh, and those amazing crackers I could never get enough of. It was the perfect weather for it, just enough wind without overdoing it. The breeze kissed my skin, leaving goosebumps. I couldn't help but feel as though it were the best day ever. And he said all the right things, looked at me with those eyes, green my favorite color, that seemed to sparkle just so in the sunlight. I was a girl in romance heaven as he fed me grapes.

Brandon smile and kiss my lips. "Yea now I want to enjoy my Highschool Days"I say . "With You" "With me?" "Yea With You" The End Thanks everyone who support my work ,I really get a very unaccepted feedback from you Thanks for reviews ,and thanks for your views , stay tune and follow my other work , love you all stay safe and happy .

A whole week where Elliot promised he would turn off his work phone and just be with me. It had been our honeymoon. Now he was offering it like a bandage. "Cancel them," I said. "Nora." "Cancel the tickets." His jaw worked. "When things calm down, we can have another ceremony. Smaller this time. Just family. I'll explain everything." "You still think this is about the wedding." "I think yesterday was a disaster, and I'm trying to fix it." "There is no fixing it with me." He reached for my hand. I moved away before he could touch me.

It wasn't much. But it was something. The handle of the door slowly moved. I raised the lamp. The door opened. I swung. “Wait!” I stopped just in time. Luca. He caught my wrist before I could hit him. For a second, neither of us moved. His breathing was heavy. His black shirt was slightly torn at the shoulder. There was a small streak of blood near his temple. My eyes immediately went to it. “Are you hurt?” He stared at me. “You were about to hit me with a lamp.”

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

After a long pause, she coolly replied, "Everest isn't as calculating as you are." I scoffed and closed my eyes, feeling the last spark of warmth in my chest vanish. "I'm moving out tomorrow," I declared before turning around and limping painfully toward my room. Behind me, I could faintly hear Bianca's muttered curse. "Ungrateful brat." … I sat numbly on the edge of my bed and curled into myself, feeling my heart ache dully. It hurt so much that I could hardly breathe. After some time, a sudden crack of thunder jolted me awake. For a moment, I wondered if I was dreaming.