Powder Days Novels & Stories

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It only took a few seconds before I pulled away with the hug as well. Just like what I requested, you made a shake for the two of us. It was a mess since the flavored powders got stuck which caused them to hardened and I'm not sure if being stucked was the reason why the sweetness lessens too. This caused you to use almost half of the powder for making one sweet glass of shake. "And here you go!" You placed the jar like glass filled with strawberry shake infront of me with a huge smile plastered over your lips.

"Thank you for this, Zane. Honestly. Today was... a lot." Zane glances at her, his expression warm. "Hey, no problem. I told you I wouldn't leave you hanging any day. You look exhausted." He reaches over, not to touch her, but just to turn the radio on softly. A familiar classic R&B comes on adding to the serenity. He’s giving her space, a quiet reliability that it was almost too good to be true. "So, Dèvon & Co. is quite the place, huh? From what I saw outside, it’s all glass and angles. Just like the man who runs it."

1: I’m Dying Day 1/365 Days VICKY "Your heart is very weak, and despite treatment, we’re afraid you may only have about 365 days left." These were the words that made my world stop. What was I going to do now? My husband wouldn't take this news well...Williams wouldn't take this news well.

​She stirred, and the movement sent a sharp, localized ache through her hips. ​Daylight was doing something tentative with the expansive windows—the particular grey-pink of a New York dawn that hadn't decided yet whether to commit to the day or stay tucked under the smog. ​She turned, her skin dragging against the fibers of the rug. ​Xavier was beside her.

I said, my voice quiet. “I know what kind of woman stands in the middle of a ballroom and doesn’t cry,” he replied. “I know what kind of woman builds something from the ground up only to have it ripped from her hands. So I know you enough to know that you want to bring the bastard to his knees.” I swallowed hard. “Why one hundred and nine days?” His lips curved slightly. “Because that’s exactly how long it took him to break you.” I looked away without a word. I knew he was right but I didn't want to accept

I smiled widely, throwing my arms around her neck as I kissed her cheek "Good morning!!" Matilda chuckled, hugging me back. Her hugs were always so comforting. I loved them "Since when are mornings good?"She asked me "They are not"I told her "I'm just saying it to you because normally people say that in the morning right? " "Yeah. Okay now ,put on your shoes so we can go. We need to catch an early bus so we don't be late" Mattie said , standing up from my bedding and putted on her brown sweater and pair of some leathered platform boots that looked like they have seen better days.

She sometimes likes blasting the songs before she gave birth to her baby girl so she would stand up and dance together with her husband when he gets back and find her dancing her time away. She smiled at the bittersweet memory before playing 'Don't let me down by The Chainsmokers ft Daya' then removed the new brand wine expensive lace from it's paper bag and read the description then took the photo inside the paper bag that has the style the customer wants and she smiled. It's a beautiful fitted gown that she will add stonework around the chest and waist then a matching cape will be draped behind but with silk.

There was a candlelit dinner on the dining table. Next to the wine, there was a small jewelry box. Inside, the diamond pendant I had wanted for two years and never let myself buy. She was wearing my best dress. She was leaning into Mason's shoulder. The caption read: 'Thank you for spoiling me, Mason. It's so nice to have a home.' Open daylight provocation. I did not call Mason crying this time. I did not push him to choose between us. I tapped the like button. I commented one line.

He reached back in and brought out a box which he opened for me to see the largest, juiciest, most decadent chocolate-covered strawberries a girl could imagine. Thinking back on that day, it really ought to have been the best day ever. But there were so many more days to come—word of advice: never sell yourself short on your best day ever. Keep looking for that next best day and living for the future rather than reliving the past as your only good day. I still had a wedding to plan for and a whole life with this adorable, loving, romantic man.