Every Day Novelas e Histórias

I died on a Monday. There is not a single good thing about Mondays. You wake up, you end up dragging ass while getting ready. You spend the whole day trying to get back into the “weekday” routine. Nobody wants to be at work. The coffee doesn’t do its job, you’re running behind half the time, and sometimes you die. Or is that just me?

So please don't expect daily updates just yet :) Enjoy!

do you think the same? well, I hope you have a good day.

Today was hectic. 😘😘😘

And love. The kind worth fighting for. The kind worth choosing. Every single day.

“Tell me what you need right now. Be honest. No filtering.” Kai swallowed. “I need you to tell me we’re going to be okay. That this distance isn’t going to break us. Because some nights I lie here after a long day and wonder if the fame, the travel, the different worlds we’re living in… if it’s all going to pull us apart.”

All always. “Day 473,” Adrian said. Not counting. Naming. “How’s almost 3.” “Loud,” Susan said. From stove. Pancakes. Not donuts. “Birthday pancakes. Because tradition. And because donuts + twins + 3 = FBI again.” “Good call,” I said. _Thump._ “No,” Isla said. First word. Of the day. To Susan. To pancakes. “No,” Ivy said. Copying. To Isla. To everything.

Not this time. This ends today.

" I tense at the sound of that all-too-familiar voice. my eyes snapping shut. Oh, great, can this day possibly get any worse?