The Day Before Yesterday Book Novels & Stories

Everly POV I was home from the hospital. I lay in bed when the maid came in. "Madam, your mother's here to see you," she said. Mom stepped closer. Her eyes lowered, not daring to meet mine. "Everly... how are you feeling?" I said nothing. The silence between us felt heavy.. She took out a small box and held it up. "I... went a long way to get these herbs. They're good for recovery after... after a miscarriage. I'll show the maid how to brew them."

Instead, what met my eyes were dark-gray bookshelves, a massive rosewood desk, and walls filled with foreign-language books I couldn't even read. The air held none of that childlike sweetness, just the old smell of paper and a faint trace of sandalwood. "No, this can't be… This isn't real…" I dropped to my knees, my hands clawing frantically at the expensive carpet. Just yesterday, Dorothy had been on this carpet, playing with her puzzle. A blue piece of sky had gone missing, and she had cried for ages looking for it. Now, there was nothing. Shaking, I pulled out my phone and opened my photo gallery.

How could he be the same man who sang off-key love songs on the phone, coaxed me to sleep, and sent me five hundred dollars so I could take a taxi instead of the subway? "Nova Grayson, you look like a dead goldfish. Take it easy this afternoon and lie down," Jeremiah Stone said, trying to pat my head. I recoiled instinctively, glancing past him to see Yoel standing there like a living ice sculpture, whose gaze held me frozen in place. "Jerry, I still need to revise the plan. Mr. Gilmore hasn't finished giving his feedback," I said, struggling through the dryness in my throat. Jeremiah didn't pick up on it.

One impossible day at a time. To be continued ---

Whether I lived a day more or a day less, what difference did it make? I pushed open the apartment door. As expected, no one was home. This apartment belonged to Camelia. She asked me to move in since we were about to get engaged. Usually, she would have dinner ready by this hour. However, ever since Grayson returned, I had not seen her home before 10:00 pm. I glanced at my phone and realized it was my mother’s death anniversary tomorrow. … Camelia finally came back around 10:30 pm. She walked in, exhausted, and hugged me. The scent of wood lingered on her. That was not her perfume. It was another man’s cologne.

Even if there were, I would not be foolish enough to waste years of my life on him again. Ryan returned, jogging over with the documents in hand, and I saw the ambulance carrying Ethan away. My heart was heavy as I whispered a soft 'thank you' to Ethan before turning to Ryan. Ryan smiled warmly and took my hand. I held on tightly, walking away without looking back. The best person was already by my side. Ryan would always treat me well, and I would cherish him, too. The past had been laid to rest. The future was bound to be bright. The end.

23 days to her birthday Saturday The book was written in 1620 Ad according to what was written on it cover and it was written by Tiana Sargon [Tiana Dudley] On the first page of the book, The events in this book are real but aren't accurate was written on it. These were my dreams, they might be useful to you and I'm sorry for betraying us was written on the second page and on the third page of the book, The Sargon's of 1104 (before the war) was written on it

Strangers might think it was some young man’s study room from modern minimalistic decorations they put on there. Rustling through the bookshelves, he just saw a familiar book with a very familiar binding in grotesque blue, to take it out, but a sound of cane tapping on the floor came and the door swung open. Before he could reach out the book on the second top shelf, his grandfather walked in, face as grumpy as ever, and settled on the armchair opposite to him. “You’re fast, I see.” Mr. Dayholt said, huffing lightly as if he just ran there.

I responded. I walked to my bed when I accidentally stepped on something. I almost tripped and fell. Since I was in a pretty bad mood, I almost threw it out of the window in anger. Luckily, I caught sight of it just in time before I threw it out. It was the book that I was trying to read yesterday. It was pretty heavy that I decided to sit on my bed and placed the book on my lap. I traced the golden details of the book and it seemed to radiate life.

And as another ordinary day drew to a close beneath a sky full of endless possibilities— Ama stepped forward without hesitation. Ready for tomorrow. Ready for whatever came next. End of Book One.