Novels by danidream

I stared at Mia in disbelief. "So, you're telling me that you didn't actually know anything? You just assumed something was wrong and decided to freak me out?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light . Mia nodded sheepishly, inching away from me as if she were anticipating my reaction. "I guess so. I just didn’t want you to be caught off guard," she admitted. I sighed, rubbing my temples to ease the tension building within me. "Mia, you’re my best friend, but sometimes your antics drive me crazy. Can’t you just let me deal with my own problems for once?" As my words hung in the air, Mia’s expression fell, hurt evident on her face. "I was just trying to help, Alex. I didn’t mean to stress you out," she replied softly. Feeling guilty, I got up and wrapped her in a hug. "I know, Mia. And I appreciate it. It's just... this thing with Mr. Gregory has me really spooked. I don’t know what he wants, but I have a bad feeling about it." Mia’s expression turned serious as she nodded in suppor

"That's it. Nothing can get worse than this," I say, rubbing my palms hard across my face in frustration. "What did I do, universe? Huh?" I ask myself, pacing back and forth while Mia bombards me with questions that are giving me migraines. "What did you do, Alex? What does he want with you?" she asks. I collapse onto my desk, wailing. "How am I supposed to know? I've done everything he asked! I worked overtime all of last week so I could take half the day off last Friday, and since today, I haven't done anything wrong," I say, biting my fingers in an attempt to organize my thoughts. "Maybe it has to do with the weekly report." "Have you sent it yet?" Mia asks. I nod frantically, unsure of what else to do. "Of course, I’ve sent the report," I replied, a hint of annoyance creeping into my voice. "You know how he is — he always demands the weekly sales performance reports before we even think about holding the board meeting," Mia said, rolling her eyes at the thought. "I

"Are you going to tell me now?" I ask Denise as she wheels me to the hospital discharge area, humming 'Sugar' by Maroon 5. "Okay, I will tell you. Your—" "Why are we passing the hospital checkout?" I interrupt, forgetting about what she was about to say. "Well, that's the good news." "What do you mean?" I ask as she pushes me toward the exit, unexpectedly guiding me to my car. It looks like it wasn't hit by another car at all; it seems even better than it was before. "Your prince charming paid your hospital bills and brought your car here," she says with a giant smile. "What do you mean he paid my hospital bills? How could you let him do that? He doesn't even know me!" I say, my voice a mix of disbelief and anger as I glare at her. She bursts into a fit of laughter, her eyes sparkling with delight as she seems to float away into a daydream. "Isn't that just so romantic? He even brought your car here!" she replies, her gaze drifting dreamily towards the ceiling as if envisioning

"why didn't you come for me ""I know that with everything that has happened, you wouldn't want to see me.""But I was seriously injured. Isn't that enough to set aside everything that has happened and come see me?" I can't believe,I am still hung up on David,I am so pathetic.I stare out the window in a daze. I have been here for more than 24 hours, just staring into space and wondering if David will walk into the room to ask me how I'm doing instead of the nurse, Denise.Denise is sweet and loving. She makes sure that I am comfortable and tries many ways to distract me from my horrible breakup. I appreciate her efforts a lot; not many people can do what she is doing. I know it is not personal because I am a total stranger to her. I can tell that it is part of her nature, which makes her lovable.I try my best not to look like a product of a bad breakup when she is around so she doesn't get worried. I have heard stories from her about how a girl committed suicide because her boyfrie

"Finally, you are awake. I have been waiting for you to open your eyes," a soft voice gently breaks through the fog of my mind, gradually clearing the blurriness surrounding me.As my vision sharpens, I begin to discern the sterile, white ceiling above me, its stark brightness contrasting with the chaotic thoughts swirling in my head."So, it was all just a dream," I muse, a wave of relief washing over me. "Thank God I don't have to relive that nightmare." The darkness of my recent memories lingers, still haunting the edges of my consciousness.As I struggle to piece together what has just transpired, a torrent of questions floods my mind. Where am I? How did I end up here?"Oh, honey, don't cry," the voice chimes again, and I strain to identify the speaker. My eyes dart around the room, but I cannot recognize the face before me. I fumble in my recollections, trying desperately to make sense of this unfamiliar presence."You poor girl, let me help you," the tender voice continues. I h

**Flashback** *13 Years Ago* "Why did you leave me? " I whisper silently; tears fall down my face as I stare ahead in a daze. The broken picture frame lies on the floor, with pieces of glass reflecting light at sharp angles. It reminds me of my father, who is now gone. He was kind and always put others first. I remember his laughter and warm hugs. He could make any room feel bright with just a smile. Now, that warmth is replaced by a deep emptiness. My dad is no longer here, and I struggle with mixed feelings, including some anger for him leaving me. Tears flow down my cheeks, each drop heavy with memories and sadness. It feels like just yesterday that I asked my dad to take me to our favorite ice cream shop, the one with bright lights and the smell of fresh waffle cones. I can still picture the excitement I felt when choosing the biggest sundae, piled high with rich chocolate and vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, and colorful sprinkles. After our ice cream, we would curl up on