Salad Days Novels & Stories

The heat of June is overwhelming but at the same time, I love it. I love the warmth of summer but at the same time, I absolutely hate the month of June. June 22nd. June 22nd is less than two weeks ago. It’s a Wednesday this year. 12 days away. It’ll be four years since I lost my role model, my guiding light, my best friend, and my one and only hand-picked by god, mother. I pray this year I don’t go into my week-long, stay in bed, don’t eat, cry myself to sleep depressive state.

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

It could temporarily cut off our link with our wolves and block our memories. "You want to wipe out all traces of me from your mind," I said flatly. I stared at him in a daze. I could feel my wolf trembling like I was. My mate was going to devote himself to keeping another she-wolf company. "No, Melody! It's only for 21 days." Dylan tried to explain himself softly, as if he were trying to coax a pup. "When she's gone, I'll come back. We'll have the bonding ceremony, just like we planned. We're true mates. Our wolves get on so well. They're inseparable."

It was morning ,I could tell by the rays of sunlight that were peaking through the holes of my blanket. I didn't want to wake up. I hated mornings so much because they were those part of a new day that reminded you about your problems, hardships and pain ,literally everything you wouldn't want to think about. Whereas at night, you go to sleep and forget about all those damn things. But morning comes along and everything comes rushing back in your mind again. You are reminded of the bills that needs to be paid , your kid's school fees or a boyfriend that dumped you or your sick parent, final-exams stress ,it could be a lot. But those were probably other people's problems becauses for me, my b

he asked after a while of silence. She looked up at him again. “of course I’m fine... just...” She faked a chuckle. “just homesick” He smiled and continued eating. She stopped for a while to watch him. How can someone just eat pure veggies with so much ease. Uh! “actually...” He started. “there is gonna be a pool party at my place tomorrow. I want you to come.” “tomorrow?” “yeah... tomorrow morning.” He said. She smiled tightly.

Shopping with Zion felt a little like something couples do. “Where do we start?” I asked. “Veggies first. Gotta pretend we’re healthy,” Zion said, grabbing lettuce. Then he tossed in some red and yellow bell peppers. “Look—traffic light colors. Let’s make a rainbow salad.” I smirked. “As long as we don’t make Finley’s Frankenstein salad again. Ranch dressing and maple syrup don’t belong together.” “Scarred, huh?” Zion chuckled. “Alright, meat section next. Steak, turkey, beef, lamb—what’s your pick?”