Romans & histoires Mad Max Our Daily Bread

"Because Mama said you can still hear us. Even if you can't answer. She said our voices go into your ears and your brain keeps them safe until you wake up. Like a voicemail. Do you know what a voicemail is? It's when someone calls and you don't answer so they leave a message and you listen to it later. So this is like a voicemail. From me. Alexander. Your son. In case you forgot." He took a breath. "Today I had a granola bar for breakfast. The chocolate chip kind. Not the raisin kind because raisins are disgusting. Ethan says raisins are just old grapes and I said that's exactly why they're disgusting. Old things are gross. Except you. You're old but you're not gross." Madison was on the sma

Max said truthfully, taking out a pack of cigarette, but Mia snatched the pack away from him. "You dare to smoke in front of me?!" Mia yelled. "Babygirl, we have strong lungs." Blaze cooed. "Could you please not call your mate babygirl? I'm sorry but it bothers me." Jayla asked with anxiety, she was about to have a mini anxiety attack. You need guts to tell him something that you don't to hear or see. "Why not?" He asked curiously. Jayla widened her eyes, clearing her throat. "Because—" "She thinks you are Massimo from 365 days, damn baby didn't know you watched that kind of movie." Max chuckled interrupted up, he picked her up to put her in his lap, she squealed and hides her blushing face

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POV: KAEL I wake before the city makes a sound, before the light touches the walls of Emano, before even the wind has decided to move. I can hear footsteps already, quiet but insistent, rogues pacing the corridors, moving between cots, checking on each other, whispering, trying not to wake the ones who need to sleep. I smell herbs and boiling water, and the damp stone smells like memory and exhaustion, and it hits me all at once that this is our world now. That this city, these walls, these small rooms filled with pain, fear, and quiet survival, it’s ours to hold.

For this is the day that our Lord has made, Let us rejoice and be glad in it, This is the day; this is the day that our Lord has made. Amen”

Chapter One The phone buzzes against my ear, and I already know what's coming. Sally's voice cuts through the morning air like a knife through butter. "Dabe, are you sure you packed everything?" Her tone is sharp, worried. "Your passport? Ticket? Phone charger? You can be very forgetful sometimes. Check everything before you leave the house." I roll my suitcase across the hardwood floor, the wheels making that familiar grinding sound. "I have everything, Mom," I say, letting the sarcasm drip from my words like honey.

Every morning, Max had only one question on his mind: what am I getting today? The day's Max dreaded the most were the ones when Trevor woke up in a good mood! Those days meant it was an unlucky day for him because Trevor would do every little thing to annoy him! On the contrary, he liked the days when he woke up sad or with no energy because then he would cling to him like a koala all day and Max like the clingy Trevor. But he had to admit that the days when he was the most annoying were also the days when they had mind-blowing sex because Trevor was so needy and generous at the same time!

Cordelia Blackwell Today, I've found out the worst news. My aunt, Morgana Blackwell, owed a favor to the strongest and most feared Alpha, Cain Cadell. Now, we'll both have to bend backward to repay that debt. "Mother of all that's holy, put a goddamn smile on your face, Cordelia." Morgana nudged my side, at the same time let a polite smile on her face. "I know they hate me. They know that I know that they hate me. And you know that I know that they know, so what's your problem?" I replied with a roll of my eyes.

I’d forgotten to eat that morning, and two cups of coffee sat on Maddox’s desk next to a large bag filled with delicious smelling pastries. Maddox was fit and rarely indulged in junk food, but when he did, it was over the top for anyone, never mind someone as in shape as he was. I leaned against the door frame and attempted to stifle a smile. Maddox sat in his chair with his head leaned as far back as comfortably possible. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was slightly open. I rapped a hand on the door, and Maddox jolted in his chair. He blinked a pair of blurry eyes at me. “Morning, mate.”