Until Dawn Emily นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The sun didn't warm the penthouse when it rose; it merely turned the gray shadows into a sharp, sterile white. Chloe hadn't slept. She had spent the remaining hours of the night sitting at the kitchen island, her evening gown replaced by a structured gray pantsuit that felt more like armor than clothing. The unsigned divorce papers remained exactly where she had left them, glowing under the pale morning light. At 6:30 AM, the electronic lock on the front door beeped.

(The Next Day) Emily’s eyelashes fluttered slowly, like they were too heavy to lift. Her lips parted, and she released a faint, shaky breath before her eyes finally opened—tired, hazy, but alive. “You’re awake,” Denovon said in relief, quickly leaning forward. He had been watching her for hours, waiting for this very moment. Emily blinked weakly, confused as she tried to focus on her surroundings. Her throat felt dry, her voice barely audible.

There was no way she could have survived. The video cut off right there, and I found myself shaking uncontrollably. Was I scared? Relieved? Heartbroken? I could not tell. A knock snapped me out of it. I rushed to the door, not even stopping for shoes. Who would come at that hour? However, when I opened it, no one was there, just an envelope on the ground. Inside, a bank card and a note. It was Silvia's handwriting. [Joanna, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. The card has all my savings. I didn't pay those sharks back, I've paid enough with my life.]

To prove they were always one step ahead. Outside, dawn slowly began pushing against the darkness. The first hints of sunlight filtered through the windows as voices started appearing throughout the pack house. The day was beginning. Unfortunately, so was whatever came next. A knock sounded against the doorway. Emily stepped inside carrying several old books pressed against her chest. "You need to see this." Lucas and I immediately stood. Emily crossed the room and carefully placed the books onto the table. "I spent the rest of the night searching through the archives." She opened the first volume.

Sol collapsed to the ground, his body limp, allowing the Enforcers to take him away. At this moment, only one thought remained in his mind. It was over. Completely over. Three days later, the Temple of Judgment delivered its verdict. Sol was stripped of his status as the God of Dawn, demoted to a mortal, and cast into the Well of Reincarnation to suffer through a hundred cycles of rebirth. In every life, he would experience the pain of being betrayed and abandoned until all his sins were atoned for. Overnight, the once high-and-mighty God of Dawn became a mortal about to endure the suffering of reincarnation.

And in this unexpected moment, Emily found herself wrapped in a warmth that was unlike anything she'd ever known—a sense of quiet security that seeped into her heart. The next morning, sunlight poured through the blinds of the office, spilling across Emily's desk as she worked on the report summarizing the previous day's results. The sudden ringing of her phone cut through the silence, and she glanced at the screen, frowning slightly at the sight of an unfamiliar number. After a moment's hesitation, she picked it up. “Hello, Emily, this is Daisy,” a gentle yet poised voice greeted her. Emily paused in surprise. She wasn't unfamiliar with the name—Daisy was Ethan's “white moonlight,” the woma

But either way, she was pleased that she wouldn't be the one doing anything else. “I didn't want to wake up to see all of these. I guess that was what prompted me to wake up early and wash for as long as I could or get rid of any unnecessary debt, and it worked, didn't it? Either way, you have your time to deal with things as you wish, and first off, what was up with you and Dustun last night?” Hayle asked, spiking up Emily's heartbeat. “Dustin... and I?” Emily asked, tilting her head slowly.

Or maybe I just wanted to. But then even that disappeared. And all that was left was the dark. EMILY’S POV : The clock was cruel. Its ticking had never been this loud before. Every second seemed to echo through the room, mocking me with its steady rhythm. I didn’t need to look again—I already knew the time. I had checked it so many times, I could see the numbers behind my eyelids. The food on the table sat untouched, growing colder by the minute. Dishes that had once made me proud now just sat there, too perfect for a night that was quickly unraveling. The candles had burned down halfway, their flames flickering like they, too, were getting tired of waiting.