100 Day Streak Celebration Novels & Stories

The smile on her face also froze, but the guests kept coming in. “Congratulations! Wishing the bride and groom a hundred years of happiness…” “Thank you! " “Happy newlyweds! Eternal!" “Thank you! Please come in and sit down!" Putting on a bulky outfit, a lady with gorgeous makeup walked into the hall, and as soon as she stepped forward, she praised Maddy: “Hey! Isn't this the second young lady who has studied abroad for ten years in the Howard family? You are very beautiful indeed! Look at this skin, even your figure, even more, beautiful than Cassie…”

Really, what's going on here? He sits down in front of me and stretches his right hand to grab mine, grinning like an idiot before finally spilling it out, "Happy ten day-niversary, Baby." My jaw drops at the innocent wish, "Ten... days?" Is he for real? Days? I do get that it’s normal for couples to celebrate anniversaries that go by annually but definitely not by the interval of monthly or in this case, days? Huh? "And many more to go." He leans over the small breakfast tray that's between us and briefly kisses me on the lips.

I gasped, my head thumping back against the door as he increased the pace. Raze leaned in, his lips crashing against mine in a kiss that tasted of salt and possessiveness. It wasn't a request but a reclamation. While his tongue invaded my mouth, his fingers worked relentlessly inside me, and his hand tightened in my hair, pulling just enough to keep me arched perfectly against his hand. “1,095 days,” he muttered into the kiss, his voice jagged. “I waited 1,095 days for you to come home, and you dare walk back here with another man’s ring on your finger?”

If Victor Hale wanted to erase me privately— I would ruin him publicly. Completely. In five days, the company would celebrate ten years of success. And for the first time, after being absent, in years… I would be there to watch it Victor.

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

I whispered. She gasped and saw a huge banner with the words ‘Will you marry me?’ written boldly on it. “Yes, Yes, Yes!” She exclaimed. I slid the ring in her hand and kissed her. It was a joyous celebration and that was three weeks ago and now it’s my wedding day.

Before he could say another word, I yanked out the SIM card, snapped it in half, and dropped it in the trash. I was supposed to stick around another month, wait for the decree. Then—boom. Offer landed early. One bag. My mom's ashes. And a flight straight into the life that should've always been mine. *** Mark stared at his phone, jaw tight. Something twisted in his chest. He used to be the one ending calls. Now Jenna was. And it stung. The crowd, bored Jenna hadn't shown, ditched the gossip and dove into drinking games. At the head of the table, Mark sat still, eyes far off.

One Day at a Time I started counting again. Not in the old way, not the way I used to count bruises or nights I cried myself to sleep. I wasn’t counting losses anymore. I was counting days I woke up without dread pressing down on my chest. Days I didn’t flinch at sudden sounds. Days I spoke and didn’t hate the sound of my own voice. Today was day sixteen. Sixteen days without panic spiraling in my throat. Sixteen days of drinking tea in the morning without looking over my shoulder. Sixteen days of walking home alone and not checking behind me every block.

I murmured, trying to process everything. "It is a treatment that requires commitment," Dr. Whitmore agreed. "But you'll have strong support every step of the way." A question I'd been holding back finally pushed its way out. "Can we… celebrate?" I asked hesitantly. Dr. Whitmore looked at me, clearly confused. "Celebrate?" My cheeks flushed instantly. I glanced at Nate for help, but he looked just as lost. "You know," I tried again, making a vague gesture, "can we go home and… celebrate? The good news?"

Birthday After the doctor announced Arthur's death, I didn't feel anything. More like I'm overwhelmed and thankful. He's been jerking off his way to the company my parents built and has been an asshole to me. "I'm sorry, Calliana. You heard this news on your birthday," I was in a daze when Tito Alex spoke to me. "Huh?" "Today is March 31. It's your birthday." I didn't even notice that it was my birthday. Time flies so fast. And that bastard's death is today, that means double celebration?