Remains Of The Day Kindle Novels & Stories

The kind of book that would pass a casual inspection as the ordinary reading material of a woman working through the pack library collection. I opened the front cover. A folded note, tucked into the spine. Idris’s handwriting. Small, clean, no excess. Mating heat in twelve days. Do not fail. Your mother’s patience is running as thin as mine. I read it twice. Then I held it over the candle on my desk and watched it catch. The paper curled inward from the edges the way paper does, darkening before it went, the words holding their shape for one more second and then gone. I held it until the last corner was ash and then set the remaining fragment in the dish and watched it finish.

Angelica My small pink journal feels heavy in my hand. Yet, I can’t bring myself to close it. The weather outside is bright and vibrant, though the air has a little dampness in it, as if it rained somewhere last night or the early hours of this morning. My laptop sits open on my bed, and movements on the screen gain my attention for a split second, quick enough for me to see Alex packing his books into his bag. We just finished with our second lecture for the day, and though it’s twelve in the afternoon it doesn’t look like it.

Agnes said, when the woman left. "People don't always see what's right in front of them." Agnes looked at her for a moment. Then went back to her ledger. The morning passed in a rhythm that felt, unexpectedly, like breathing. A student wanted recommendations for Scottish contemporary fiction — Yessica pulled four titles from different shelves without hesitating. A man in his sixties was buying a birthday present for his wife and had no idea what she liked. Yessica asked him three questions, then handed him The Remains of the Day.

He pulled a quill, dipped it in ink, and scrawled beneath the last entry: **Day 49:** *She left. I let her. Tomorrow, I leave everything else behind to earn her back. Or die trying.*

They had sworn that they would love and protect me as if I were their real famiglia to make up for the famiglia I had lost. But now, they chose Bianca, their half-sister, over me every single time. Would they still remember me after I left the castle? Lost in those thoughts, I eventually fell asleep in my room due to exhaustion and pain. When I woke up, the castle was empty. Enjoying a moment of rare silence, I packed all of my belongings and erased every trace of myself in this place. Matteo called to check on me. When he heard that my skin hurt unbearably, he arranged for someone to deliver a medical spray that would soothe the burns.

He kept changing phone numbers to apologize to me, even though no matter how many times I blocked him, it never stopped. The day before I left for studies abroad, the buyer of my condo called, claiming that my fiancé was camped outside, refusing to leave. Reluctantly, I went there. Milton looked like a ghost of himself. He was grimy and gaunt, with dark circles hollowing his eyes. His hair was greasy, and his stubble wild. He stood there awkwardly, like a scolded kid. His voice was a hoarse croak. "Claire..."

But something uncoiled inside him that day. A new kind of silence. Not the stillness before death— But the stillness of wanting. It unnerved him. She smiled at a stranger once, outside the bookstore. The man smiled back. Vane bled him on a street far away, hours later. Not near her. Never near her. Clean. Distant. Untraceable. It wasn’t rage. It was removal. A clean excision. Like pruning a vine that had grown too close to something delicate. She never noticed.

The next morning, just before 7:00 AM, Heather woke up. She smiled as she saw the notification for her train departure and the package in transit. She had already packed everything she needed days ago, and the remaining items were only the essentials she would need for the coming days. Once everything was packed, Heather left the place she had once considered home, without looking back. - Meanwhile, Mitchell suddenly woke up in Bethany's bed, his chest tight with unease. His heart raced as the feeling of panic grew stronger. He glanced at the clock, then quickly got dressed.

I woke to silence and cold sheets beside me. Dominic was gone. The indent from his body had already cooled, which meant he'd been up for a while. I lay there for a moment, listening to the city hum outside the windows—so far below we might as well have been in another world. The clock on the nightstand read 7:47 AM. I had no idea what time he'd left. I pulled myself out of bed and padded barefoot across the room. The penthouse felt different in daylight—less like a trap, more like a museum. Everything in its place. Nothing out of place. Nothing real.

(Back to the Present Time) “Your visa and all necessary documents are finalized. We’re leaving in three days.” Demani turned from what she was doing upon hearing Van’s voice. She saw him by the kitchen doorway, seated in his automatic wheelchair. She couldn’t even remember when she had fallen asleep last night. After being caught up in her memories, she must’ve drifted off completely. And when she woke up this morning, her stomach hurt— likely from not eating anything the entire day before.