Story For The Day Novels & Stories

I mustn’t. Hence, writing. I spent the whole day writing a story about a man who wanted to know everything and a woman who didn’t want to tell him everything. Love is not easy. Now, I get it. He’s probably just confused because he always sees me and he could see his doctor talking to me.

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier until she could no longer keep them open. When she woke up again, her stomach felt empty. The only thing that had ever given her hope was gone. The effects of the anesthesia were fading, and the sharp pain in her abdomen made even the smallest movement unbearable. Tears streamed down her face. The baby was gone. Her future was completely shattered. Meanwhile, Matteo was at the nightclub he frequented. In a private room, he drowned himself in alcohol, frustration eating away at him. He didn't even remember the last time he had gotten a decent night's sleep.

From betrayal and trauma and near-tragedy. But also from love. From choice. From fighting for each other when it would have been easier to give up. "Daddy?" David looked up at me with big eyes. "Tell us a story." "What kind of story?" "A love story!" Diane demanded. I looked at Elara. She smiled. Nodded. "Okay," I said. "Once upon a time, there was a man who thought he had everything. A big company. A big house. Lots of money."

Then, I spoke of how he abandoned his young daughter in order to enjoy a carefree life. I even went to an interview. That day, I made sure to dab my sleeves with ginger extract to really get my sobs out whenever I wipe my tears. The entire thing was wrapped up in just one morning. The company acted swiftly, and Noah was kicked out of the office in two days. He was merely an average worker who had such a high opinion of himself that he refused to work for a mediocre company. Thus, he was now unemployed. Noah contacted me for the third time.

I had always told myself it was temporary, that he was building something for us, that one day all the waiting would turn into a life. A home, a family, a future we had both spent years pretending was only one more busy season away. That morning, I had been close enough to touch it. Then he walked out of the room for another woman and told me to wait. I didn't answer him. For a few minutes, I sat there and cried until my chest ached. Then I wiped my face as best I could, took the veil from my hair, and stood carefully. My ankle hurt when I put weight on it. I walked anyway.

“He’sso obsessed with older women that child. At least if they were younger, we wouldn’t have to worry about them ovulating nd turning their eggs into relatives of ours.” Bernard lightly patted her forehead and forced her to sit up. “Get up and tell us about your day and stop making trouble for your brother.” Not happy that her relaxation therapy was cut short, Natasha mumbled something under her breath in protest and sat up between her parents. “It wasn’t that bad actually,” she said.

The rest of the day ends perfectly and Clifford tells us a story I'm not paying attention to because Caden is right next to me. This day wasn't so bad after all.

Jace could feel the magic of the moment enveloping them. “Who wants to start our first campfire story?” Jace asked, his heart racing with excitement. “I will!” Mia volunteered, her voice bright. She began to weave a tale about a brave knight who ventured into a dark forest, guided only by the whispers of ancient spirits. The group listened intently, captivated by her imaginative storytelling. As the night wore on, each friend took turns sharing stories—some thrilling, some funny, and some filled with lessons learned. Jace felt a sense of belonging as they laughed and shared their dreams under the vast expanse of stars.

Yvonne: "Okay. We should get our stories straight. Jasmine's been threatening you with throwing the kid out the window after fights. That'll make a great news story—one that'll get people's attention. We'll go live, play the role of helpless victims, and use our tears to make the innocent bystanders believe us." Cody: "Tomorrow, I'll tell her I'm going on a business trip. I've already set up a camera in the living room. As soon as I see Jasmine walk away to do housework, I'll throw Phoebe out the window. Then I'll hide nearby. When the call comes, I'll tell everyone present it was Jasmine who did it." Yvonne: "I'll be filming from the sidelines. I'll pay to promote the video and call reporte

Half a month later, in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Lex. [Audrey, I'm sorry.] I stared at it for a moment, then put the phone down. I didn't reply. Our story had ended long ago. I closed that chapter. From now on, our lives will go their own way—like two roads that'll never cross again.