One Day Book Novels & Stories

🖱️Jayden🖱️ God, I am so tired of this day. If my life was a book, I swear the author would drag this single day into fifteen chapters minimum. Cliffhanger after cliffhanger. Plot twist every five pages. Emotional damage sprinkled in for flavor. Zero rest. Zero peace. Just vibes and chaos.

The boy's eyebrows, his brown eyes under thick lashes, his sharp nose, the shape of his pinkish lips. The boy looked exactly like him. ... 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃. ...of the first book. "Good day everyone. It's me, your author Hiraya. I am deeply thankful to everyone who followed the story from the beginning to the end of the first book of Sold To The Billionaire. It's exactly two months, and within those two months, I have deeply felt your support. With every read, every comment and thumbs up, those who left reviews, and those who gave gifts and gems.

“ Mum turned around and the next sound I heard was the bang the entrance door made as she went through it. Then the soft sputtering of her car's engine as she zoomed off. And I was alone in the big house, probably spending my first full day in Woodhidge alone. Just great. I looked at my erected 'member' bulging from inside my underpants, and I wondered why that happened to guys every morning. The stubborn dude below likes to have his highlight every morning. That immediately brought my mind to what Caleb, the only true friend I had, said about the early morning predicament for men. Caleb, who was known to have a great sense of humour, believed that guys faced that in the morning because they

Which in English meant : The story of a dead woman. Dad was never one to read books so why would he keep a book that had a creepy title hidden inside his drawer? Curiosity got the best of me, making me pick up the book and sit down in Dad's office chair as I opened the book where I was immediately met by the first chapter. Chapter One: Le jour de ma première mort It was never easy to make a life changing decision but I never knew how that felt… because I never made my own decisions. Not once.

Hi, I'm the author behind this book "One Night Stand" and I'm happy to complete it finally after so many hardships. This book is close to my heart. And I hope we all overcome the current pandemic suituation together. "One night stand" is my second book which I wrote for four months and planned it for two months. Finally, I did it. Completed my book. I hope you liked my book and enjoyed every chapters. The book revolves around two people who live in Anaheim accidentally meet in a random club and fall in love after so many things.

The edges of the book was decorated with flowers and leaves drawn with a black marker that had Ian thinking how long June had spent on making the cover itself. "For Ian" was written in the center of the cover. Ian held the book and looked at June, "What's this?" "Open it," he excitedly said. Ian opened the notebook and on the first page, in a neat handwriting was written, "Start writing a journal every day." Ian raised my eyebrows and looked at June, "What's this?" June causally shrugged even though his eyes were telling something else. "It is said that it takes twenty one days to form a habit." He looked at Ian. "Once I am gone, go through this note book, I have written things you could to

Don sent the fourth book to the editor in the first week of December. The book's title was The Ordinary Morning. Don had held several titles across the writing and had arrived at this one in November, in the week before he read Ernest the last section. He had said: The Ordinary Morning. Ernest had said: yes. Both knew immediately.

I nodded slowly, realizing what his answer truly meant: the Living Book wasn't here. Whether he didn’t trust me, or the danger was too great to carry it along, I didn’t know. But I stopped searching. Instead, I buried myself in the small cube Zevarion had gifted me, fingers working it restlessly as I tried to anchor my thoughts in the memory of his warmth, his arms, his voice. Each night grew colder. Each morning, darker. And then, on the eleventh day, just as the book had warned, we reached it. The horses slowed, snorting uneasily. Even the wind stilled, as though the very earth held its breath.

But the questions in my mind are relentless, and I know I won’t find peace until I start looking through the stacks for some kind of solution. I reach for one of the books on the table, a heavy tome bound in deep green leather with silver lettering on the cover. It’s a book of magic, one that I’ve studied before, but never with the urgency I feel now. I flip it open, my eyes scanning the pages for any mention of the barrier, of the ancient fae who first created it, and of the Ones who were with her.

Waking it is nearly eight, it is far too early, but already it is a nice day. Grabbing the book from my bag I walk outside, lying back reading by the pool as the sun soaks through my skin. It is perfect, I have missed this, missed just relaxing in a garden. My place doesn’t have a garden, so even on nice days this wasn’t possible. “Oh, you’re already up.” The sound of Damon’s voice behind me. “Yes. I figured I would just have a day doing nothing, reading a book I started nearly a year ago.” I get distracted too easily back home. I watch as the book disappears, sitting up I stare at Damon.