The Day After Roswell Novels & Stories

{the next morning after the party } Rose's Pov: Wake up, sleepyhead,” I heard a faint whisper. I groaned, rolling over and burying my face into my pillow. "No, it’s Saturday," I muttered, my voice muffled by the fluffy fortress I had carefully constructed with my blankets. "And Saturday means sleep, so rack off!" I yanked one of my decorative pillows—the fancy ones, the ones that look too nice to actually use—onto my head. It was a bold move, a final act of defiance against the waking world.

"Darling, things are a little hectic at work today. I won't be coming home tonight. Tomorrow's our anniversary, and I made a reservation for a candlelight dinner at Palmette House. Let's bring Crispin and enjoy the evening together," Edgar Snider's voice came through the phone, warm and gravelly. I listened absentmindedly as I tapped open Winifred Clayton's chat on WhatsApp. Just an hour ago, she had sent me a video—she and Edgar, tangled up in each other's arms, kissing like they couldn't bear to part.

Tomorrow would be Friday, the day Roth took an off from the company. Tristan wondered if Roth would still talk to him the next day at the studio. Tristan was slightly hurt that Roth did not even care about him enough to try harder to apologize. Tristan did not like that he always ended up making a fool of himself somehow because Roth did not care enough about him.

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In

" The pharmacist was frantic, shouting, but I might as well have been deaf. Had he not known I was her mother, he might have thought I was a criminal. I bought some bandages and painkillers from him and headed home. To my surprise, Laura was awake only three hours later, tearless and pain-free. At the same time, Alicia's live stream had come to a halt because her phone overheated and shut down, and she could not keep up with the broadcast. Nonetheless, Tony had genuinely walked across half a desert. Alicia became an instant sensation with a million followers.

And then they run back towards the car that they rode earlier. "𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝐿𝑖𝑛 𝐻𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙! 𝑄𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘!" Betty exclaimed in her very nervous voice while her heart was beating so fast. She glance at Felix who at the moment was still shocked of what was happened. Felix trying to get back to himself but he couldn't. It was suppose to be the happiest day of his lives since he already graduated from what his father wishes him to be. But still those happiness made him realize he was not worth it for at least once.

"As far as I know there is no rule about giving gifts. I'll be wearing the same color as yours tomorrow so you better wear it." He reminded her. "Okay." "Anything else?" "Nothing. Sorry for disturbing you. I'll go and sleep now." Evan nodded. "Wait." It was Evan. Bea turned to face him. "We'll go to the venue together tomorrow." "Okay." "Goodnight." "Goodnight." The next morning, Bea was woken up after hearing Anna's deafening voice. "How could you sleep peacefully after leaving me alone yesterday?" Bea opened her right eye to peek. She saw Anna's presence inside her room. It was still too early in the morning!

It was a message from Yoel, still saved under the contact name "Mr. Y" "I'm home. Today's burger was delicious. Good night, my dear examiner." I couldn't help smiling at the words "my dear examiner". That night, I slept more deeply than I had in ages, without a single dream to disturb me. As I stepped into the office the following morning, an unusual silence greeted me. Every pair of eyes seemed to lock onto me at once, as if guided by radar. There was shock, curiosity, scrutiny, and even a hint of impressed admiration.

As the cameras began powering down for the night cycle, a single message flashed across the bottom of the international broadcast screen: “Day One Complete. Tonic active. Qi responding. Prepare for Day Two.” And in the Fleming estate garden, Arla-Rosa finally exhaled, sitting cross-legged beneath the starlit sky, her fingers stained with herb and hope. Her children asleep. Her master watching. Her lover’s eyes holding quiet reverence behind the glass. She had shown the world her power. Tomorrow… She would show them a miracle.

... I bolted upright in my dorm bed, drenched in sweat. My roommate, Alice Hoyle, hovered over me, her brow furrowed with worry. "Elena, you alright? A nightmare?" I blinked at her familiar freckled face, then scanned the room. It was my college dorm, and I was alive. With doubt in my mind, I grabbed my phone and checked the date. It was 9 a.m., August 13th. On the same day, my dad had orchestrated his "death".