Romans & histoires One Day Novel

Northern Wilderness – Dawn after the kidnapping Elara’s POV The forest had no mercy.Snow weighted the pine branches until they bowed low, forming white tunnels that scraped my shoulders and caught in my hair as I pushed forward. My bare feet broke through the frozen crust with every step sharp, wet cold that sliced into skin and bone. Blood from small cuts smeared the snow behind me in faint pink trails, but the pain felt distant, muffled by the emerald fire burning steady in my chest. It wasn’t just keeping me warm. It was keeping me alive. Keeping me moving when every instinct screamed to collapse.My robe was soaked through heavy, clinging to my legs like a second skin of ice. The wind cla

I had followed a stranger, thinking for one crazy moment that I was special, that this connection meant something. But to him, I was just the "One Night Stand." I was the waitress who provided a distraction after a bad day in the boardroom. He didn't need to say goodbye because I wasn't someone you said goodbye to. I was someone you moved on from. "Stupid," I hissed to myself, my eyes stinging. "So incredibly stupid." I scrambled back into the bedroom and grabbed my clothes. My cheap jeans felt rough and stiff. My t-shirt still smelled like the diner. I felt like an intruder. I dressed so fast I nearly tripped.

One page at a time. One person at a time. One still, deep, patient day at a time. Until the water found its level. And the room became real. And the invisible all the invisible became seen. THE SILENT LUNA End of Volume One

Divorced by Dawn, Queen by Dusk — Book Two: The Blood Crown Chapter One: The Boy with Her Eyes The wedding flowers were still on the kitchen table. Two days. That was how long she had been married. Two days of the particular warm ordinary life that follows something enormous — the boys fed and held and argued over, the house slowly returning to its normal rhythm, Elena's first morning folded into the routine as though she had always been there. Two days of Kane's hand finding hers across the counter, of waking to an ocean that looked the same and felt completely different.

Third Person's POV Another six months passed, with Lorenzo's life gradually settling into a monotonous calm. He went to work, came home, ate, and slept. Like a soulless machine, he mechanically repeated each day. He didn't socialize, didn't go out for entertainment, and didn't contact anyone from his past. His only friend was Antonio, the only person who had stayed by his side after he lost everything. One evening, when Antonio came to visit, he brought with him a bottle of whiskey. The moment Lorenzo saw the bottle, his expression changed.

"But not yet." A Spark of Normalcy The next morning, I suggested something unusual—a day off. "You’re joking, right?" Damien asked, lifting an eyebrow. "Nope," I said firmly. "We’ve earned it. We’ve all earned it. One day won’t alter the world, but it might remind us what we’re fighting for." To my astonishment, he concurred. The First Steps Forward We spent the day outside, away from consoles and weapons. For a few hours, the weight of the past seemed to lift.

At noon the next day, I made lunch ahead of time and delivered it to the office. I ran into Rhea again. She wore her usual smile. Jack, however, seemed surprised by my sudden appearance. "Darling, what are you doing here?" he asked. I smiled and replied, "I brought you lunch. I was in recovery before, but now that I'm doing fine, I have too much time on my hands. So, I made lunch and brought it to you."

Three days passed, since the incident Arka came home late at night. They never saw each other, and by early morning he was gone. Mona felt a little relieved that she hadn't crossed paths with the brother-in-law who had taken away her chastity. "Pyuhhhh, it's so hot today," Mona complained when she reached the cafeteria and ordered chicken noodles. "Yes, Mon. My clothes got wet," said Mirna sitting next to Mona, making the girl startle and stroke her chest and shake her head.

ANDY’S POV The constant beeping of my alarm clock wakes me and I let out a groan. I go to roll out of the bed, but I quickly stop myself jumping wide awake. You’re pregnant Andy. Your days of rolling of the bed are over. I remind myself and running a hand through my hair. My hand gets struck and I knew I had to do something about the bird nest that is my hair. My off day was on Sunday, so that was the only day I knew I would be able to make my hair, but right now I had to get ready for four hour ride to work and I was dreading it.