Unstable Day Novels & Stories

It was a dark and stormy night. The kids stayed home, until the storm was over with. The Following Day.. .. The wheatear was nice and warm, some people return to work, and kids returned to school. Someone decided to go beach to cool down and clear their mind. But what that person fond was terrible, horrible, shocking, nearly fainted from that sight.

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

I might as well get creative. The next day went by smoothly. I decided to stay a bit longer than the day before, only to see Alpha Marcus's reaction. It wasn't like I liked him, but I needed to interact with someone to keep my sanity. None of the pack members related with me, so aggravating him was the only way I could get his attention. I returned and hit the shower, but he never came to warn me. I guessed he had said his peace the night before, so I went to bed. I promised myself to find something productive to do the next day.

🦋 BENITA 🦋 This morning is exceptionally strange, even more so than the countless weird mornings before it. Today is the 25th of September, 2024, a day I absolutely refuse to accept. If only night could stretch on indefinitely and day could be cut short—or better yet, if there should be no day at all. I couldn’t help but think something terrible was going to happen, and deep down, I was preparing myself for it. No bad news was going to meet me unaware again.

Till the next update, tomorrow. -------------------------------

"SAT's tomorrow, Seamus. You should be studying, not spacing out. You'll be sorry if you flunk it and don't get into Harland." "As if!" I snapped. Zoe was an innocent, charming girl. So, I couldn't imagine her cheating on me with my best friend. My mind was settled, and I laughed at myself quietly. Here I was, panicking over a nothingburger even when the tests hadn't begun.

"Listen, whatever you told everyone, please don't drag Tessa into it. She's already blaming herself, and she's fragile right now. She doesn't deserve to be humiliated over a misunderstanding." A misunderstanding. Something inside me went very still. "We're done, Elliot." "Nora." "I mean it. Don't call me again." I hung up before he could answer. Only after the call ended did my legs start to shake. I leaned against the wall, one hand pressed over my mouth, and cried so quietly my chest hurt from holding the sound in. A notification appeared while my vision was still blurred. An Instagram message request. Tessa Lane. I stared at the name until another message appeared below it.

Morning broke. Judgment day.

We stepped out of the burger joint, and the evening breeze brushed my face with a cool touch. I walked beside him. "You see it now, don't you? Someone like you wouldn't survive a single day in the real world without an assistant and a wallet." He didn't protest, only murmured a quiet "yeah". We walked on in silence. The streetlights stretched our shadows across the pavement, where they met briefly before parting. As we approached the entrance to my apartment complex, he suddenly stopped. "Nova." "Yeah?" "How did I do today?" he asked softly. "Did I pass?"

Panic was a luxury for people who had options. I started rebuilding. Timeline first. Thursday was out. Friday? Market day brought too many people, too many variables spinning out of control. Saturday? Ricki spent mornings at his stables, which meant Sebastián was glued to his side, those dead eyes scanning for anything out of place. Sunday. The staff had their half-day on Sunday. Possible, but household activity was chaotic, unpredictable in ways that could either save me or bury me.