100 Day Streak Celebration Novels & Stories

When would she be able to kick the terrible habit of being worrisome? After a few rounds of drinking, the room was filled with the smell of alcohol. Stella felt a bit suffocated and made the excuse of going to the washroom. She reached the balcony and thought that the ventilation was much better. Stella took out her phone. Felicity had previously sent her a few screenshots and comments ten minutes ago. The new account had broken the records of a million fans. Felicity had sent [Stella, why not give some fan service for the milestone of a million fans?]

“Heroin!” Emma shouted. “He couldn’t have started us with weed?” “You need to stop watching the history channel, weeds been legal for decades, there’s no market in it.” Lucas responded, trying to remain calm for Emma’s sake. He didn’t look at her though, he feared she would sense his anxiety. “Oliver gave us Elijah’s contacts, so we’ll start there.”

His eyes moved down my body slowly, taking in the dress, the way it fit, the way I'd done my hair. “Perfect,” he said. I didn't know if he meant the dress or me. “Before we leave,” he said, walking over to me, “I need you to understand something.” “What's that?” He pulled out a phone—sleek, new, expensive—and handed it to it to me. “You belong to me for the next one hundred and nine days. This ensures I can always find you.” I stared at it. “That's not romantic. That's controlling.”

His phone buzzed nonstop on the passenger seat. He ignored it. After a while, it finally stopped. Then the notifications started piling in. He grabbed the phone, tapped the screen. Company group chat. Someone dropped a photo. Bella and Andrew, mid ring exchange. Caption: [Holy crap, the groom's Andrew Arlington from Arlington Group! Who even is the bride?] Someone replied: [Their families go way back. Supposedly there was some old promise about them ending up together, but it never happened. Guess it finally did.]

I couldn’t help but smile, despite the turmoil inside. “Sorry, I’ve been busy. Congratulations, brothers! You guys are amazing!” Nan snatched the phone back. “It’s not enough to just apologize verbally. We’re celebrating at Drunk Tonight, and Sister has to come.” I glanced at my phone. I’d been tagged in countless posts. My follower count had exploded, nearly 300,000 new followers in a single day. It was overwhelming. And, strangely, a welcome distraction. A chance to escape, even for a little while.

We carefully scheduled our corporate celebration to occur precisely one week after the highly successful launch of Harmony Assist. The timing was deliberate, as we wanted to ensure that the project gained ample attention and coverage from the media all across the globe. The response to Harmony Assist had exceeded our expectations, and it had become the focal point of many news outlets and tech publications.

The heads lingered, waiting for whatever came next. I stood, sliding my chair back. “Listen carefully. This is just the beginning. We don’t celebrate one billion. We use it to reach ten. You think we’ve worked hard? Not even close. If you can’t keep up, leave now.” No one moved. I smirked faintly. “Good. Dismissed.”

*Celebrating ten years of the Aria Winters Foundation: A Decade of Survival, Strength, and Building. Ten years. I picked up the invitation. Read it again. One decade. And Grace already asking to be part of the next one.

I said. “Of course I know that we haven’t met before which is why you are the one qualified to have this,” she replied. I saw the same confusion in her eyes. “Don’t you know what today is?” she asked. “What is today?” I furrowed my face in uncertainty. “Thursday 25 of October,” she announced as if that date meant something special. “And… What is happening today being the 25th of October?” I asked. “Today is a day we celebrate one of our renowned artists Roselle Swan, Los Angeles calls it Roselle’s day. We give gifts to complete strangers and not to family and friends,” she said.

It's another day for us. I just smiled while thinking that this is my tenth month here at Mr. Shein and as his wife. We didn't celebrate our monthsary before because it wasn't in our minds either, but now, I want to celebrate our 10th monthsary. I have never been able to celebrate monthsary before because no one tried to court me. I don't even know if I'm ugly or if you're just so unattractive that no one even likes you.