Unstable Day Novels & Stories

He said it so lightly, like it really was just another prank. But no prank had ever left me covered in wounds. No prank had ever stripped me of my dignity in front of everyone. I stared at him. Said nothing. Knox shifted under my gaze, uncomfortable. "Why are you looking at me like that? I let you go, didn't I?" "And besides—Mia said she'd never seen an Omega frenzy before. I asked a healer about that rage-inducer. It doesn't cause permanent damage. You're fine, right?" Fine?

“You have been weird, Dale. Do you know that? And I just can’t figure out what is wrong.” “You are getting close to fighting the reaper,” Dale responds, looking at everything but me. “Today is Monday, and the day could be Tuesday for all we know.” “Yes!” I retort, trying to demonstrate the situation with my hands, “Which is a great thing, I don’t see how that will worry you.” Dale sighs, proceeding to avoid my eyes even further, “To me, that’s doomsday.”

I text X Hey, I’m all good today, let’s hang out tomorrow instead? Okay, so what? I lied.. I reread this stupid report on the computer attempting to convince myself that I’m okay. My phone buzzes against my work desk making me jump a little from the loud vibration. X: I wanted to see you, I miss you, are you sure you’re okay baby? Me: ya I’m fine. Miss you too I’m not fine though, this day will never be fine.

Fucking jackass. God, and this is just day one.

it read. Could today get any worse?

It was rumored that it was the place where true mates during ancient times would travel to together. As for my wolf, I knew she hadn't disappeared or been sealed away. She was just temporarily in a deep sleep. I continued to study and do experiments, and my days were mundane and uneventful. However, occasionally during experiments, I would feel a sudden pain in my chest. Tears would slide down my cheeks and drip off my chin. I shook my head briskly and continued working. Since I had forgotten it all, it didn't matter. … 21 days later, my phone suddenly began vibrating wildly.

Chapter 95: On a good Saturday. Day 32/365 VICKY I woke up with a jolt, my heart was filled with so much joy of a child anticipating santa and christmas present, For a second, I didn’t even know why I felt so energized… then i reached for my calendar to track my dates ,Today was day 32 out of 365. I sat up, reached for my diary, and scribbled in bold letters: “Day 32/365 — I have a plan.”

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."

On what felt like the thirteenth day—or maybe the thirtieth; he couldn’t tell—Vincent noticed something new. The bread was burnt. Just a little charred at the edges, but it was different from before. His heart raced with hope as he grabbed her arm. “Camela! Did you see this? It changed.” She blinked slower than before, her smile less automatic because the mask didn't smile as easily. “Change is dangerous,” she replied. “But it means you’re fighting against it,” he pressed on. Her voice wavered as she responded, “Routine…keeps us alive…”

# Day 22 I want you to rot in hell. I want to choke you to death. And I think of thousands of ways to kill you. And at the end I realise this is not me. I don't want to be this, What have you done to me, Agustin? I am loosing my mind. I never wanted to be what I have become, I don't know myself anymore. ........................................................ # Day 23