Unstable Day Novels & Stories

who listened carefully. Today was the most annoying day ever but Cooling my nerves with champagne was the only thing helping. I sighed as I sat down in my supposedly posh office and raising my legs I kept them on my desk...reflecting... things have been really f**cked up for me....literally everything. Exactly a month ago...a big shot media guy... Ruined my name and reputation in Grundy.....

He questioned Sharon coldly, “What do you mean by that?” “Why would she be emotionally unstable if you hadn’t done anything to her?” Quincy was rather happy the last time Sharon talked to her on the phone. She was overjoyed to be a first-time mother. After a brief silence, Dayton said gruffly, “What could I have done to her when she’s in this state now? I’m not sure why she’s emotionally unstable, so you must come over for a visit. Do you want to come here yourself or should I ask my men to bring you over?”

Madelyn exclaimed. "I know right!" I teased. She laughed. "Idiot!" "I want Maple syrup! Pleaseeee!" I pleaded. "Okay okay!!!" She sighed. "I'll bring tons of it," •••• 6 am. Wednesday, the 30th of May. A.k.a., Doomsday Today is the day. It's the day we stand up for our rights! Well, more like the day "I" stand up for... "my"... 'non-existent' rights.

1: I’m Dying Day 1/365 Days VICKY "Your heart is very weak, and despite treatment, we’re afraid you may only have about 365 days left." These were the words that made my world stop. What was I going to do now? My husband wouldn't take this news well...Williams wouldn't take this news well.

He'd been here only a week but he'd blended in so well with my best friend. “Anyway,” Hannah turned to me. “You do remember what today is?” “What is today?” “It’s D-Day cuz,” Edi frowned, shaking his head. “I'm disappointed.” I groaned. “Why don't you two let it go? It's dangerous!” “It is not if everything goes according to plan,” Edi quipped, getting up and straightening his jacket. Hannah grabbed her car keys and the tiny pen camera recorder she'd gotten a day ago. “Let's go!”

recognized—certainty. “You are unstable,” it said to Zayden. The words precise. Measured. “You cannot maintain this state.” Zayden’s jaw tightened. but he didn’t deny it. because part of it was true. we were uncertain. Open. Unpredictable. And that was dangerous. to something like this. “Then don’t maintain it,” I said. Stepping forward. beside him. not behind. Equal. the Alpha’s gaze shifted to me. evaluating again. refining.

“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.

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.

"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."