Morningsave Inside Edition Novels & Stories

Elaine I discovered that happiness wasn’t always a burst of excitement; sometimes it was a routine. A cup of tea served at the same time every day. Arsel’s hand brushed my back as he walked past my chair during breakfast. Selene asked me if I’d slept well without turning my answer into an interrogation. Tris burst in like a whirlwind to steal some sweet bread before practice. Liv showing up with reports that smelled of danger and fresh ink. Sorine saving a pretty stone for me every morning as if she were building, one by one, the physical proof that she wanted me close.

His writing was as distinctive and boldly authoritative as him: ‘If you need anything, just call. I’ve set up an account in your name at my bank with funds, should you need anything. My PA will be around shortly with bank cards. Please make yourself at home. I will be back late, so don’t wait up. I’ll be eating out. Sébastien.’

I curled up beside a rock, able only to hope that my teammates would come back for me. Two hours passed. I was soaked through and beginning to suffer from hypothermia. I collapsed to the ground, my consciousness hazy. At that moment, my phone rang. It was Stefan. He asked where I was. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. Before I lost consciousness completely, I vaguely saw a familiar figure running toward me. Stefan saved me. He carried me down the hill and successfully met up with the search team. When I woke, I was in his arms.

Just done. From the sound of Connor's voice, he was heading back to Elencia. I held onto that tiny, fragile thread of hope. That maybe, just maybe, he'd find me. And finally take me away. *** Next morning, Maverick strolled into the dining room, Quincey curled up in his arms. Lucinda flipped on the TV, dead set on her daily dose of news. The three of them sat there, picture-perfect. Real Hallmark moment. I watched from the sidelines, stone-faced. The whole thing made my stomach turn.

Dorian POV The first strikes of sunlight cut across the floor like a blade, but Dorian was already awake. He stood by the tall windows, bare-chested, the cool morning air brushing against his skin as he sipped from a glass of dark coffee. The city beyond the trees stirred to life in the distance, unaware that history had shifted the night before. She was still asleep.

[Jack’s POV] I woke up the next day to my usual morning fragrance, which is my dad downstairs having a cigarette for breakfast. I stretched and yawned before glancing over at my watch to see it was ten in the morning. I crawled out of my tiny bed, scratching my genitals meanwhile making my way over to the bathroom to take a hot bath and get dressed. I left the house in search of breakfast at our local diner. I made my way down the street on my black and blue bicycle, but I couldn’t help but notice Luke passing out flyers.

Tristan's POV In the end, Willa signed the divorce agreement and walked out of the ward in silence. I was still too weary from having just woken up, and I barely managed a couple of sentences with Willa before drowsiness washed over me again. When I finally opened my eyes again, I realized that evening had settled in. Delilah walked into the ward with the warm chicken noodle soup and noticed the divorce agreement with both signatures. She merely set the container down and opened it, her eyes narrowing slightly as she said, "You woke up just in time, Tristan. I just made this, so please have some."

We both got comfortable as the movie begins. •••••• On Saturday, Carson picked me up at the gate of the dorms at seven in the morning. He told me that he had booked us an early time because he heard that the view was better in the early mornings. Also, there wasn't much breeze in the early mornings and the pilot had warned us about that.

“We can go out tomorrow.” There was a short pause on the other end of the line. Then— “Of course,” she replied calmly. “I will adjust the schedule.” “Thank you, Beth.” When the call ended, I remained still for a moment, my phone still resting in my hand. Then I lifted my gaze toward the window. The city stretched wide below me, bathed in soft morning light, the buildings touched with pale gold as the sun slowly rose over San Francisco. It looked peaceful, calm and almost… free.

She got up in a rush from their king-size bed and looked at the time. The time was 1: 00 am. “Today is the 2nd day of July 2019. Game on, Brother. Game on, F-ing Moon goddess!.” “Why are you speaking to yourself, my beautiful vixen?”. Salvatore inquired, yawning and putting his curling midnight hair in place. Velda stood by their large window staring outside at the full moon, she felt the moon mocking her. A single tear fell from her eyes. Salvatore rushed over to her, hugging her from behind. He kissed her red hair, adjusted her luscious hair from the nape of her neck, breathed on it, and gave her light kisses on the neck to the collar bone.