The Day Before Yesterday Book Novels & Stories

-KAIZI- The day after tomorrow is our Day off. Now, I know why these three are so hyped up they even got me involved. "That's the sets of rules outside and inside the base," Rald threw a book to me while I'm quietly sitting on my bed. I crossed my legs and placed the thin normal-size book on my lap. It is mint-green. "Rules and regulations," I scanned the front and opened the book, skipping the introduction, and stopped on the table of contents.

"I almost succeeded last year before I started writing a diary of my life. When I held the knife in my bedroom in Port-Harcourt, I was standing next to a blue cupboard that had cracked glasses. The same blue cupboard that Dad used when he got married to Mum. Dad kept a couple of fancy items we never used inside the cupboard. He believes in preservation so do I. The day I held the knife was on Monday morning. Nobody was at home except for me. Christle and Danny had left for school. Dad had left for work while Mum went to visit one of her friends. I didn't go to school because I told them I had malaria. I told them I was sick and they believed me. It was obviously a lie and they still believed

On Christmas Day, my parents decided to add my sister Chloe's name to the family trust. As the lawyer prepared the documents, he glanced at me. "And this young lady? Should she be included as well?" My mother waved a hand dismissively. "No need. She's just a foster child." Ever since Chloe was brought back home, I—their biological daughter—had become the outsider. All because Chloe insisted she was the only daughter in the family. If anyone so much as mentioned that I was blood-related, she'd have a PTSD episode—screaming, crying, the whole breakdown. Eventually, everyone just accepted it: "The Haper family only has one real daughter. The other one's a foster kid." At first, I tried to

The Day Peanut Disappeared The scream came first. God. A real scream. Not excitement. Not surprise. Fair. Fear. Pure fear. Reasonable honestly. The kind that freezes blood. The kind that makes every parent move before thinking. God. It happened on a bright Saturday morning. The ocean sparkled beyond the glass walls. Waves crashed peacefully against the cliffs. Everything felt perfect. Safe. Normal. God. The family had spent the morning together. Peanut was crawling now.

My mother held my hand tightly, tears in her eyes. "Just to say goodbye. Just to put a period on our past." The sun was setting. The withered flowers in the garden blew away in the wind. Just like my fading life. But before I disappear, I need to bury the priestess who loved the Underworld heir. I need to hold a final funeral for that tragic lie and our shattered romance.

With eyes so dark they did not seem human, Greg stumbled and staggered his way out of the hospital. I had left behind very few personal items—only a black notebook and a plain silver ring. Coincidentally, both of those items were gifts from him. He opened the notebook, and my familiar handwriting entered his sight. “August 15, 2014. The FBI came to my door. They said my parents were killed in a case involving organized crime. It was only then that I found out my parents, who could only come home once in a very long time, were actually undercover agents. The FBI said those bad people might come after me, so they told me to watch out for my safety during this period.”

He was smiling at them with a twinkle in his eye. “Ya-ya’s shop got a little hot. Apparently the fire department’s working on putting out the flames now, no one knows if Ya-ya was in there. If you ask me, I hope he was.” Oliver stated, still smiling with that twinkle. Lucas shifted in his seat but kept his same face. Emma was unreadable. “He was there.” Lucas said coldly. “Ah, that’s right. You did say you were going there this morning didn’t you! Well, you did a good thing. A stupid thing, but good.” Oliver replied. He pulled two cigars from his jacket and offered one to Lucas.

Stacey blinked, her brows furrowing in confusion. “I’m Lily. You ran out of Literature class yesterday.” “Oh my goodness—have you come to mock me?” Stacey’s face turned red, her heart skipping. “No. You ran out before I could even talk to you. I was the girl next to you.” Stacey’s mouth dropped into a small “oh” as recognition sparked. She remembered her—the girl who’d tried to speak up, but her voice was drowned out by laughter and shame. “I’m Stacey,” she said softly.

"Tristan has done this before. He'll return once he cools off for a couple of days. You shouldn't worry about him and continue eating your meal, Simon." Having said that, I pushed the glass of warm oat milk toward Simon, who lowered his head and took a couple of sips, looking utterly blissful. I intended to continue my meal, but my mind involuntarily flashed back to Tristan's deathly pale complexion yesterday, his cold and decisive remarks, and the divorce agreement currently lying on the coffee table. I suddenly clicked my tongue, losing my appetite in an instant. I stood up with a trace of uncharacteristic haste and instructed, "You can clear the table now."

Cecar Angel was curious. "In library." "Show me." Suddenly Angel immediately grabbed Bella's hand and took them to the library. "What actually happened, Angel?" Bella asked quietly when they were in the library. "I'm just curious," answered Angel. "Are you sure-" "Just show me the book, Bell," interrupted Angel with a sharp look. "There." Bella invited Angel to go to the deepest corner of the library, among the bookcases which held ancient books that were rarely of interest to other students. Bella grabbed the book in the deepest corner among the other books, then gave it to Angel. "I found it accidentally when I got a history assignment at that time."