The Day I Picked Up Dazai Novels & Stories

My heart skipped a bit and my cheeks warmed when I noticed how close we were. “Dai was hospitalized yesterday” he said and I froze. “He was found bleeding in an alley. It was horrible Aito. He was injured all over and worst of all…h-he was…violated” A sudden chill ran down my spine. Fuck. The next thought that came to my mind was completely horrid. Absolutely scary and totally unfair but I could think of no one else who would do a thing like that to Dai. Haruto.

Still day four Yas POV The day seemed to be passing by slowly. Me and Dian were wrapped up in sleepy kisses and lazy touches, after our little film production. But something was off in my chest. Not a bad feeling, it was just... heavy. I noticed it in the smallest moments. When Dian stood in the kitchen barefoot and half-awake, making coffee in grey sweatpants while quietly humming to himself. When he caught me staring at him from the couch and smiled like it was some private joke between us.

Her clothes still hung neatly in the wardrobe, and her hairbrush still sat on the vanity. Dario stood in the middle of the room. His eyes welled up with tears. He then crouched down and buried his face in her pillow for a long time without moving. - Daisy settled down in Geneva. Caleb rented an apartment beside the lake. The windows overlooked the lake and snow-covered mountains. Every morning, sunlight streamed through the glass and spilled across the white kitchen counters. When Mia called, Daisy had just returned from language school. "Did you see the posts on the dark web? Dario's looking for you," Mia said. "But there's no way he'll find you."

I didn't feel like a winner. I felt like a woman who had survived a war she didn't remember fighting. --- Dax found me in the library that afternoon. I was reading—or trying to. A book on pack history, hoping to fill the gaps in my memory. The words blurred together. My mind kept drifting to the flower. The toast. The tray. "You're up early," I said without looking up. "I didn't sleep." "You should. Dark circles make you look old." He snorted—a surprised, almost involuntary sound. "Did you just insult me?"

“You didn’t think before coming here...do you?” She shook her head, blushed faintly, biting her lip. “What is it, Daze?” I barked. “It’s the… the man we captured.” Daze’s voice trembled with something I rarely heard in him... fear. “Yes? What of him? Speak!” “He’s been murdered.” The ground shifted beneath me. “What?!” I roared, my voice shaking the walls.

These past few weeks had been a slow-burn descent into chaos. “There’s nothing to be worried about,” Daya said with that confident smile she always wore right before something questionable happened. I slung my backpack over one shoulder. “I’ll take your word for it.” She squealed with excitement, drawing a few stares from other people in the library. Not that we cared. Let them look. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daya lent me one of her black dresses. It stopped just below my knees and had no sleeves. Not exactly my style, but I was just grateful she didn’t force me into the green one that hugged every inch of my body like it wanted to strangle me.

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

Ella's POV I could barely sleep. It was the D-Day. I was excited that I couldn't force myself to sleep even if I was drugged. I was finally going to break free of here. I didn't have anything to pack except me. I rushed to the dungeon the moment I was up, sneaking in to see Dalsa. I wasn't afraid of anything now that I was about to become independent. "You are here earlier than usual." Dalsa chuckled the moment she saw me.

The specific way of holding the face that comes from carrying something and knowing how. She looks at us getting out of the car. She looks at Paz first. Something happens. The specific recognition. Not of faces. Of frequency. "You planted those seeds," Dara says to Paz. Paz stops walking. "Yes," she says. "I felt that too," Dara says. "In February. I woke up at four in the morning and the feeling was so specific." She looks at her hands. "Like something that belonged in the ground going home." Paz is very still.

"Good morning" I got my answer when I turned around and saw Daija standing there. My mouth fell into a thin line as I looked at her figure. I noticed the purple marks on her neck that were clearly visible. I also noticed that she was wearing Avan's clothes and even if I had half of a brain, I knew what happened between them last night. I just couldn't believe it.