There Will Come A Day Novels & Stories

“This is his punishment. Not fire or chains. Just…endless days.” One night, while she lay stiff next to him, he took her hand in his, and he softly said. “Camela, I know you’re still in there. You can fight this.” Her fingers curled slightly as if they were almost human. For a brief moment, he saw tears glimmer behind her mask. Then she whispered the same phrase as always. “Good night, Vincent.” His heart sank at the response. On what felt like the thirteenth day—or maybe the thirtieth; he couldn’t tell—Vincent noticed something new.

Ultimately, they were reduced to the bottom of the pyramid, stripped even of the smallest share of resources by previous chairmen. If things continued like this, they were bound to face extinction. In my past life, on the brink of death, I'd seen a pair of green eyes so bright, they were like gems. They were beautiful, and I knew that Landon was the only one who had such eyes. He'd charged into the sea of flames without hesitation and tried his best to save me and Tim. Unfortunately, the fire had been too fierce, and he'd failed to do anything. In the end, he had died with us.

But before things could go further, their desire was already leaving for his office, not bothering to even look at them. Man Hae, like every time, was already so done with their “eyestalk”, and headed back to her table, not forgetting to greet back every one passing by, with a warm “seeming” smile, coming straight from the brain rather than heart, cause why not, after all, she is not at a place to be cold or ignore any one of those which she has to work with, and why involve heart when they are not at all at someplace for her to do so. And with this all, the normal, just normal day of CLAD started, with everyone being drowned; some in the figure, and some in facts

He reached back in and brought out a box which he opened for me to see the largest, juiciest, most decadent chocolate-covered strawberries a girl could imagine. Thinking back on that day, it really ought to have been the best day ever. But there were so many more days to come—word of advice: never sell yourself short on your best day ever. Keep looking for that next best day and living for the future rather than reliving the past as your only good day. I still had a wedding to plan for and a whole life with this adorable, loving, romantic man.

Brandon smile and kiss my lips. "Yea now I want to enjoy my Highschool Days"I say . "With You" "With me?" "Yea With You" The End Thanks everyone who support my work ,I really get a very unaccepted feedback from you Thanks for reviews ,and thanks for your views , stay tune and follow my other work , love you all stay safe and happy .

"You see a problem solved, we are all going through something, and you know the only thing that gets us going is, you know that you have a Lord who loves you, who created you, you didn't exist in this world before, he brought you into this life, you have a purpose to fulfil and he's with you, that alone should make you feel better. "So summing it up, Khaddy God is always the answer to everything." "Yes talk to him, connect with him, and I bet you will feel a kind of tranquillity that you have never imagined." "Oh, Khaddy you are the best, I love you so much." "I love you too, take care of yourself, stay woke, I know you can do it, this is not going to break you, you are going to get through

Today, I just laugh at the situation. Today he doesn't come Today he doesn't come. Not tomorrow, not the day after. He did not die. It's still alive, it just doesn't come. Still alive for the world, for yourself and to 7.5 billion possibilities. But come? Do not come. It doesn't matter how many times search for your number in the contact list. It doesn't matter how many times open your profile picture. It doesn't matter, he doesn't come. that is not love

From today onwards, I'm going to live with this monster and will die one day, probably the day would be the little monster's birthday. *

“I know.” Outside, the lake was dark. Inside, the fire was high. 347 days left. No contract. No countdown. Just a throne. Just a war. Just us.

It was dark and still when Lucas woke in his bedroom. The covers were like warm clouds, and he was engulfed. He didn’t want to get out of bed, but knew that he had quite the day ahead of him. After a few minutes of debating with himself, Lucas rose from his bed with the covers still wrapped around him and walked over to the window. This was a moment he wanted to soak in. He absorbed the chill radiating from the hard floor, and allowed the warmth of the covers to spread through his body. The sun was starting to peak up from the horizon, and the smell of coffee was looming from the automatic coffee maker in the kitchen. Lucas particularly enjoys sun rises more than sun sets, he believes the be