Until Dawn Emily Novels & Stories

Obviously, no one is going to help me beat this mythical creature. “Great. Now I’m dead” I whispered to myself How did this even happen? Few hours earlier… I woke up earlier than the usual. The sun was yet to rise and I estimate the time to be around 5 am in the morning. The first thing I did was to check on Liza. She was still sleeping soundly, so let us not disturb her. I planned on exploring the town today and attempt to sell the remaining of the glass pieces on my pocket. I do hope that they'll accept this so we can have enough money to buy supplies.

Emily, one of the maids from her house kept her gaze on the floor, shaking like a leaf. Dawn slipped under the table and stayed there not wanting Natalie to see her. Since she'd moved back into the house, the house had become uncomfortable and tense and very unconducive for her. She couldn't stand being in the same room as the woman. "Cat got your tongue? Why is my twelve o'clock not ready?" Natalie yelled oblivious to the other presence in the room. "I'm sorry ma'am, I had to make Miss Dawn some food. She hasn't had anything to eat all day so I..." Emily didn't get to finish because Natalie's hand landed right across her face leaving a sting.

He'd died before reaching the hospital. Emma had felt nothing when she heard the news. No satisfaction. No grief. Just a quiet sense of finality. The people who had tried to destroy her were gone. And she was still here. Still standing. Still thriving. "Mommy!" Emma turned. Zander and Emily ran toward her, still in their pajamas, their faces bright with excitement. "We saw the sunrise from our window!" Emily said. "It was so pretty!" Zander added. Emma knelt and pulled them both into a hug. "It was, wasn't it?"

--- The Dawn of a New Life In the early hours of the following morning, before the rest of the world had awoken, Isabella emerged from her room. The mansion was shrouded in quiet, almost oppressive stillness. As she wandered the long corridors, she felt an eerie mix of isolation and determination. Every echo of her footsteps reminded her of the choices made in desperation—and of the price she had paid.

A question struck my mind. ‘How did you find me?’ I asked him. He smirked. ‘I followed you,’ he said. I looked at him in surprise. ‘Follow me?’ I muttered those words as he increased the volume of the music. ................................... JULET’S POV Following a total stranger home, not knowing where he was taking me, we entered a grand estate named "The Damien's Estate." It was like another world, vast and magnificent. My mouth dropped open in awe; I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen something so impressive. As we drove, we passed under an arch of floricultures that provided shade.

It's a Long Journey Emily was awakened when someone opened the blinds in her bedroom. The scorching brightness of the morning sun was more than she could handle even though her eyes were still closed. "No," she protested, her voice barely working, "It's too early." She had stayed up late into the night to write the article defending her reputation, and now all she wanted to do was sleep. "It's seven thirty already," Byron's voice announced cheerfully. He usually didn't enter the guest bedroom when she stayed over, and they would meet up first thing in the morning at the breakfast table, but then Emily remembered he had a trip in mind.

"Please, just leave me alone." Julian nodded. "O-okay." He stammered, getting up from where he was sitting, and leaving the room without a fuss. Now alone with her thoughts, she laid back down on the bed, tucking one hand beneath the pillow and bringing one to rest in front of her, staring at the wooden panels of walls, without actually seeing them. Her mind wandered back to the twilight hour, when she had first brought Zander along to the docks, and for the first time since his final breath, she felt some tiny shred of emotion stir within her. Though it wasn't grief, nor sadness, but rather relief.

she uttered, and after that, she left. Dillon shook his head in disbelief. He then dashed towards the Royal house and found Emily’s room. He sighed before he knocked thrice on the door. Emily frowned and wondered who it was. If it’s Millie or Lilac, she should be hearing their voices right now, but she heard nothing but a knock. She climbed out of her bed and put down the book that she was reading as she made her way toward the door. When she opened it, she met the mesmerizing blue eyes of Dillon.