The Day Before Yesterday Book Novels & Stories

And I'm returning to Philadelphia to work at Uncle Joe's bookstore! She yawned, gradually collecting herself. "Is it that bad?" Her gentle morning voice is normally the opposite of her raging lion personality. I fell tiredly on my bed. "Yes, it is!" I groaned, "I fucked a stranger yesterday! And— and, I don't hate it! Why did you leave me with him yesterday? So yes, it is that bad!" The perfect tea equals a wild awake, wild-haired, and wide-eyed Harper. She sprung up abruptly like she had springs in her back.

She said her face mirroring my pitiful ones. The rest of the day went by in a blur. The next day, I was standing before the calendar hung up the wall, my eyes trailing on the dates, feeling a pang of sadness in my heart against the slow passing of the day. Tomorrow is another D-day. I seriously can't wait. A knock resounded on my door and I immediately turned my back on the calendar. “Who's there?” I asked and hasn't even finished when Lyra stumbled in, panting as she pointed a finger behind her.

"Dad, I'm sorry for what happened today. Your identity got exposed… I'm really sorry." He chuckled and patted my hand. There wasn't a trace of blame in his voice as he chided gently, "Silly girl. I'll always have your back when you need it. How could I ever blame you for standing up for yourself?" A breeze brushed past, lifting my hair and the anger that had been weighing on my chest. … I later heard that Nigel had gone bankrupt and left Saltmere to return to the countryside. Apparently, he was now the hick Arlo had so despised.

⸻ 🌙 The Lost Pages The book slowly opened. 📖 ⸻ Its pages fluttered wildly. ⸻ Most were empty. ⸻ Destroyed. ⸻ Gone forever. ⸻ Yet one page remained intact. ⸻ One final page. ⸻ One hidden page. ⸻ A page nobody had ever seen before. ⸻ The page that existed before Memory Zero. ⸻ 😨 ⸻ 🌙 Before The First Question The page glowed softly. ✨ ⸻

A date had been written beneath the photograph. The Day Before the First Story. Adrian's heart skipped a beat. "That's impossible." "There wasn't a world before the First Story." Elias smiled faintly. "That's what everyone believes." "But someone erased what came before." The library lights flickered violently. Every floating book slammed shut at the same instant. The White Book trembled. Then... a new sentence slowly appeared. Memory has reached the forbidden page. The Last Editor suddenly stepped forward. His calm expression disappeared for the first time.

That was the end of what I knew. I was packing the stuff I needed for Harland, slowly but surely crossing out the list I'd written ages ago. Sometimes. I would find myself in a state of disbelief. After all, I had imagined us three huddled on the couch, munching on watermelons just two months ago. Now, I was the only member of the trio who'd be pursuing a brighter future. Fate truly had a funny way of teaching life lessons. I was in the middle of being philosophical when my downstairs neighbor, Georgie, knocked on my door.

It’s also very unlikely for me to walk back home. Skylar🌸: Oh alright. Sorry again for ditching you. Love you! Night boo. I smiled and typed back. Love you too! Night. I placed my phone on the bedside table and grabbed a book that I started reading yesterday. 'Before I Fall' by Lauren Oliver. At some point while reading, my eyes slowly gave up on me and I fell asleep in my dress and with the book in hand.

I can't even move my hands. With no second thought, I took the photo and hid it inside my bag. I am sure that Esmeralda in that photo is none other than Diane at the shelter. I acted like I had done nothing. I dragged myself to bed when I heard the door slowly open. "Hi! Goodmorning.. how do you feel?" Zeb asked as he took his seat beside me. "I'm okay now. I just felt a little headache, but I am okay now. Thank you for the lemonade, the card, and the flower." I said it with a smile.

Demitri glared at her. "If you're not stressing, then you can easily take a break and read a book." Becca said with a huge smirk. Demitri's eyes narrowed, then he got up and walked to the non-fiction part of the library. He picked up a history book about the cold war and sat back down. He opened the book and stuck his tongue out at Becca.

RAVEN “So we’re being watched right now?” Daya asked, her voice laced with concern. “Yes, Daya,” I replied, for the third time. I dropped my backpack onto the table and slumped into the chair, seeking refuge in our usual sanctuary—the library. Daya sat across from me, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Guess what I found out yesterday,” she whispered. I popped an M&M into my mouth and raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”