Soap 2day Novels & Stories

Leah suddenly felt a spell of dizziness and needed to cling to her mom’s hand to steady herself. “You see,” said Amber holding on tightly to Leah, “this is what I’ve warned you about. We have done quite a bit today, so now you need to go and take a long hot bath to relax.” Amber helped Leah inside the house and up the stairs toward her bedroom, taking the steps slowly as they went. Leah felt much better by the time they reached her bedroom and was able to stand alone on her own two feet.

ISLA'S POV The ticking of the office clock had become the metronome of my despair. Six years. For two thousand, one hundred and ninety days, I had survived in the sleek, glass-and-steel corridors of the Blackthorne Group, fueled entirely by a promise that was slowly turning to ash.

in the break room were now spamming the chat with thank-you memes. Daniel: “Mr. Shaw, you’re amazing! I knew sticking with you was the right choice!” Maggie: “Thank you, Mr. Shaw! I’m going to start looking up travel guides right now!” Eric: “Ahhh! I’m buying new swim trunks for photos!” Hah. Their attitudes changed faster than flipping a page. Just as the excitement in the chat reached its peak, an untimely message popped up. Julian: “Azure Haven Islands? That’s where tacky rich people go. Hot, crowded, and totally basic.”

The company needs you—I need you! He grabbed my wrist, but I only laughed coldly and waved my phone in front of him. "Do you remember the day you signed the divorce papers? Christine messaged me right after, proudly telling me you slept with her. "I'm a germaphobe, Vincent. If I didn't have to come back to Camdonia for business, I would've made sure to never see you again." His face turned as pale as a sheet. "That was an accident," he mumbled. "I was drunk. I was devastated after you asked for a divorce—"

Vincent let out a huge sigh of relief, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead, and held me tight. “You silly girl. I’d give you the whole world just to see you smile. If you love the stars, I’ll build you a whole goddamned planetarium. When the babies come, we’ll live quiet, like we always wanted. No more wars, no more crews. Just us.” He rambled on about a future that no longer included me. Just then, my burner phone buzzed in my purse. A secure message from the professor had come through. [Security clearance approved. Identity transfer protocol has passed final review. Once signed, all records connected to your current identity will be sealed and inaccessible for ten years. No public, legal,

Chapter 62: The Scarlet Ravens ───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 02 - 27 - 2027 ║ ║ Saturday║ Second Day of Olympia's Cup║ "Wait guys, are you sure our way is right? We've been trudging this shits for hours..."

He says, his voice strained. “I do,” I say firmly, taking a step closer to completely eradicate any distance between us. “I see it. Your desperation for a way out.” I let my words hang, giving him a moment to absorb them. “Let me be your distraction for two days. Let me be your woman for two days. And if by the end of it, you’re still confused, then you owe it to yourself to walk away from a marriage that will make you miserable.” His lips pull apart, but no words come.

​The Safehouse Living Room. Wednesday. 4:52 PM. ​The steam rising from the porcelain teacups curled into the warm air of the Astoria living room, a soft, domestic haze that felt entirely disconnected from the sterile concrete of Federal Plaza. Grace Voss did not let go of Scarlett’s hand. Her fingers, though slightly stiffened by the damp April chill that always leaked through the front awning, held an iron-grip intensity that belonged to a mother who had spent eighty-four months believing her firstborn was a casualty of a shadow war.

Or was it? “Here, drink this.” She passed me a shot of vodka, and I gulped it down, dancing while she sang. We had been hanging out lately, and this was yet another one… a karaoke date with alcohol on a spree, especially now that Mira had gone sightseeing with her nanny, Marie. I was enjoying the moment a little too much but still couldn’t help thinking something might ruin these happy days of my life. She slumped into the sofa, drunk. “Isabella, do you have a family?” she asked with the mic on. It was going to be a long day. Thankfully, I had bought out the whole place.

Silas’s pov The next day after that we went on a boat ride. Day three and we were at a mountain spa enjoying ourselves, but we also fused this with a rooftop dinner which was supposed to be the fifth-day stuff but we moved it back. While we were having the dinner, he looked at me. “You really don’t do anything halfway, do you?”