Story For The Day Novels & Stories

"Mommy can you please tell me about the day I was born, I love the story." "Mirella tomorrow you're going to school, you already know the story." "But I cannot sleep." "Fine, no interruptions right?" "Right." Taking a deep breath, my mind dives deeper into one of the many moments I alway hide away. "It was both a rainy and stormy day and I had an argument with your father so I wanted to leave. I already had my bags packed up but-" "He would not let you." Mirella cuts in. "You said no interruptions." " I am sorry, go ahead." Is it fun going down this memory lane? Nope!

My day.. Let me tell you something about my day. It began like any other, which is to say bad, hell I'd go as far as to say miserable. Since the start of the day I was harassed, walked in on a situation I didn't want any part of, had a group of thugs try to kill me, and a stray princess was forced into my care... Today began as a miserable day. But now... Now that the day is over... Gods has it been a good day.

Zac smiled Days went by and Caroline started to make breakfasts almost every day. She made a very loving imagine in front of my father but whenever he would go to his work, Caroline misbehaved with us. I often got into arguments with her as I couldn’t tolerate her behavior. She hated us all. But most importantly, Zac. She knew our father loved Zac more than anyone and He fought with her because of Zac on the first day of their wedding. One day Caroline locked up Zac in the store room for half of the day just because he asked her to help him out with his homework. She opened him up before everyone was about to get home and scared Zac that if he told this to anyone then she would lock him agai

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

How do I even start this story? Where do I even begin? Should I start right before she died? Should I start right at the good part? Oh I know, I should’ve thought of this in the first place. I’ll start the day I met her (literally where every story should start.) Be warned before I begin telling the story, if you want a happy story this isn’t it, sure there’s romance and fun, but I can tell you she dies at the end so don’t get attached. Anyways, it begins in the middle of winter, the start of second semester when she first started school.

I nodded my head because if I say something her anger will be increased so then we went to office room and took our id and left to classroom as today it is our first day there is only introduction part the professor left the class we made new friends they were so good we enjoyed our first day and went to home mom asked me about my day I told everything except about that incident I know mom will be upset if she knows the incident then lucky came and asked me about my first day I told her everything ishi told about that incident too then lucky said to me about those four boys as they were friends from childhood how every girl die to talk to him but he never talks to anyone I asked why she said

JINX. I don’t know if that’s the proper word to describe my day... Or my whole life, maybe. Today is supposed to be the day I’ve been waiting for. It’s Freeda’s birthday, and she wanted me to come. Mom already let me go, just because I lied. I told her that I need to go there for a school project. And maybe that was the reason why I’m on my bed right now, laying with an aching head.

I said to them very clearly. “Try to find it yourself, if you want our help then speak first, we need all information,” Ronita said to me. “Ronita, you also joined them!!” I said to her. “Sorry but I want to know about my friend's love story, so I am with them in this,” Ronita said to me. “We all are waiting,” Archana, Sristi, and Tulika said in unison. I finally gave up and said “Okay, I will tell you all what happened today but I need my gift first.” and crossed both my arms over my chest and looked at them.

We stepped out of the burger joint, and the evening breeze brushed my face with a cool touch. I walked beside him. "You see it now, don't you? Someone like you wouldn't survive a single day in the real world without an assistant and a wallet." He didn't protest, only murmured a quiet "yeah". We walked on in silence. The streetlights stretched our shadows across the pavement, where they met briefly before parting. As we approached the entrance to my apartment complex, he suddenly stopped. "Nova." "Yeah?" "How did I do today?" he asked softly. "Did I pass?"

Thank you for opening this book. Every story needs a reader to truly come to life, and I’m so honored that today you chose to give my story a chance. 🥰 Enjoy reading! — Update Schedule: (MTW) Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday