No Easy Day Novel Novels & Stories

My legs felt like jelly. Why is dealing with this guy so exhausting? I just wanted a peaceful life! But with Aiden around? That was starting to feel impossible. Still, I wasn’t going down without a fight. I’m Nova, after all.

The day I got laid off, I called my boyfriend, but he never picked up. I rode home on my electric scooter in the pouring rain, soaked to the skin, clutching a cardboard box as I awkwardly pushed open the front door. The house was packed. My family, relatives, and friends were all there. In the middle of the room, my boyfriend and my best friend stood before my parents, accepting their congratulations as the newlyweds. The moment I appeared, the lively room fell deathly silent. The cardboard box slipped from my hands, scattering its contents across the floor. Zane Ward walked toward me, looking at me calmly. "What are you doing here?" I stared at him, my voice trembling as I demanded a

she said, trying to ease the awkwardness as she walked over to his book shelve. "Why?" Dayo raised his brows. "This is quite an impressive collection of books," she commented, ignoring his question. Eniola ran her hands along the books that lined the shelve, Dayo watched as she mouthed the title of each book. Eniola pulled the first book from the shelf and flipped the pages. She didn't hide her evident surprise of his taste in literature as she kept muttering 'wow' under her breath. Dayo walked over and stood beside her. "Shakespeare happens to be one of my favorite novelists."

A ghost playing around because they have nowhere to go, so they chose to live in an abundant home? I sighed as I placed my both elbows at the top of the parapet and leaned down with my eyes not leaving the fort. It was the first day of the so-called vacation when that fort was made. My forehead creased when I face my right side where you are supposed to be laying as I grope for your presence. I felt nothing. I opened my eyes, brows are both furrowed. You weren't really there, just an empty space. But I could smell a bacon being cooked.

Work barely entered the discussion. As they walked afterward beneath rows of glowing streetlights, Daniel smiled. “You know what my favorite part of today was?” Nova looked curious. “What?” “It felt ordinary.” She laughed softly. “That’s your favorite part?” He nodded. “I’ve realized ordinary days with the right person become extraordinary.” Nova stopped walking. “So that’s what you want?” “Very much.” She smiled. “I think that’s exactly what I want too.” Silence settled between them. Comfortable. Peaceful.

Now, I had sold it, fifteen years of memories, the last piece of the life I used to have, all for eight hundred dollars. I stared down at the bills in my hand and took a slow breath. From now on, Lyra, you live for yourself and just yourself. … Two years passed in a blur. After leaving New York City, I settled in a small town and found work at a local barbecue restaurant. It wasn't anything fancy, but with my history and my condition, it was probably the best job I could hope for. Most days, only two people worked there. The owner hadn't wanted to hire me at first. Then she accidentally saw the fading bruises on my arms. Something softened in her eyes.

This is the price I paid just to come back and see you because I am truly dead. As bottle after bottle of strong liquor washed over my wounds until my flesh turned pale and raw, I shivered from the excruciating pain. Yet, the onlookers watching showed no sympathy at all as they continued to mock me. “Hey, Greg. I heard high-proof alcohol catches fire instantly. Why don’t we try it out on her?” “Since she’s already rotting away like this, if she actually catches fire, wouldn’t it just burn all those nasty germs away?”

“When I first came here, I did not believe anyone could help me.” Nova remembered that day vividly. He had spoken little, avoided eye contact, and seemed ready to leave after every conversation. “You remember?” he asked. “I remember everything.” “I walked into Tomorrow House because I had nowhere else I wanted to be.” She smiled sadly. “I know.” “You never tried to convince me that life was easy.” “No.” “You never pretended that pain disappeared overnight.” “I could not have done that honestly.” Daniel leaned forward. “You simply stayed.” The words settled gently between them.

I dragged myself forward with my broken leg while gathering the children's belongings, speaking softly to them. "Nate, make sure you look after Cece when you're up there. Have fun with all the superhero figures and teddy bears over there." That day, Lionel Brooks was about to leave with Fiona Smith and her child. In the rubble, my son, Nate Brooks, lay with a steel beam piercing his small chest, blood dripping. He looked at me and asked, "Mommy, will Daddy come back soon?"

Scrape. "Standing feels like enough work some days," Novah murmured, tasting the bland porridge. It was comforting in its simplicity. She focused on its warmth, its texture. *Anchor.* Beneath it, the cold thrum of grief surged slightly. *Grief. Finn’s mother.* *Layer calm.*