Seize The Day Novels & Stories

I haven’t seen it before, and the red ridges around it indicate it’s pretty new. “This is new,” I reached for the top of heart where the new tattoo resides. ‘Carpe diem’ “Seize the day.” “We don’t know what will happen tomorrow,” Ace caressed my cheeks. “We should do what we must before it’s too late. The future will stay in the future, but right now is here. Right here with you, amore.”

"Kate, apologize to Vera! I'm giving you one last warning! Don't make this harder for her. If you've got a problem, take it up with me!" I sneered and crossed my arms. "Take it up with you? Oh, so now you're the knight in shining armor, huh? There were no cameras on that road the day of the accident, but the courthouse has plenty. If you want to know the real story behind how she fell down those stairs, just check the footage. "And honestly, Julian, get over yourself. Do you think I'd fight over you? You're disgusting! Stay together forever, you sick pair, so I don't have to keep seeing your nasty faces!"

Layla's POV On the morning of the fourth day, I finally opened my eyes. Light streamed through the window, and I realized—I could feel everything. Every herb, every plant across the entire territory. The evening primrose on the eastern slope had just sprouted new shoots. The blood-clot flowers in the western valley were in full bloom. Even the wolf-spirit grass buried deep underground, not yet broken through the soil, trembled faintly at the edge of my awareness.

One Last Chance Selena couldn’t sit still. She had tried. God knew she had tried. But every time she sat down, every time she forced her eyes onto her screen, her mind dragged her back to the same thought— One day. That was all she had left. One day to prove herself. One day to clear her name. One day before everything… ended. Her fingers tightened slightly around the edge of her desk. Adrian’s voice echoed in her head, as clear as the moment he said it:

I would still hear Matthew choking on his vomit, his breaths rattling when they were able to be sucked in. I felt helpless, like a mouse caught in a glue trap, unable to even try to gnaw my own limbs off. ‘My phone…’ I forced my arm to reach into my pocket, praying to whatever deity that might be listening that I’d remembered it. Heck, even the Devil would do, as long as I could get help. The bile resurged and attacked my throat. I heaved, and the acidic fluid burned at my lips. But my phone was there; I couldn’t focus on anything else.

The elders in the family are big on good omens, insisting we pick a nice date for the wedding for good luck. But after a fortune teller proposes nine potential wedding dates, Edward Colton turns every single one down. It's the tenth time now. Edward shakes his head yet again. I gaze at his handsome face and blurt out, "I think this date is perfect." Edward is busy scrolling through messages in his group chat, not even bothering to glance up at me. "This date won't work. Jolene and the others just mentioned they want to go to Hallibay for vacation. Turn down your mom's suggestion." I curl my fingers tight. His eyes remain fixed on his phone screen, as if he has endless conversations to t

One day at a time. Together.

The pain wracking my body was nothing compared to the deep, raw wound inside. No matter. In a matter of days, I would be free. Come the wedding day, I would escape these four for good. What I had not seen coming was the day before the vows, when I was snatched up by figures cloaked in black and hauled off to a desolate factory. "Let's see if you'll pine for them after today, Shirley," sneered Amelia as she stepped in, her heels clicking ominously. She smeared dirt on her face with a soft laugh, then ordered her goons to bind her up like a damsel in distress.

“I know, and I should have told you sooner. But this changes everything. And we have to be smart.” Her hands clenched around his shirt, eyes wild. “We have to find her.” “We will,” he promised, holding her tightly. “But we need to be the first. If the council finds out that we know, they’ll tighten their grip. They’ll vanish her forever. Or worse… destroy her when she awakens.” Maika’s power trembled beneath the surface again. “When?” “On her twenty-first birthday,” he said. “That’s when the magic seal will break. Three years from now.”

I tilt my head up, willing them to go back in, willing myself to not give a shit. I will not be broken. I am strong enough to face this. The sun will rise in the east and set in the west, and I will be okay. I will be okay. I will be okay. When I open my eyes, they’re red with unshed tears. But it’s better than nothing. I straighten my shoulders and smooth out my polo shirt and skirt. I will fucking end The Elites. The door swings open and a girl says, “Oh. . .”