100 Day Streak Celebration Novels & Stories

The celebration that followed felt different from every other milestone we'd marked together— not survival this time, not crisis narrowly averted, just pure, unclouded triumph, the culmination of years of careful building finally reaching a scale I'd genuinely never imagined possible. It was nearly ten years after that very first sample fitting, Charlotte now nine years old and increasingly interested in sketching her own designs at my studio table, that I stood at the opening of Reed Voss's hundredth global store location, surrounded by family— Noah, steady beside me; Eleanor, ninety-two now, frail but present, refusing to miss the milestone; Ava and Theo with their two children; Diana and

she scolded him playfully. I listened to them banter affectionately, my heart warm with happiness. I even remember thinking that someday, I hoped I’d meet a man who loved me the way Dad loved Mom. “Alright, sweetheart,” Mom said after a moment. “We’re almost home. Happy birthday, my angel. Mommy loves you.” “I love you too, Mom—” Then it happened. A loud car horn blasted through the phone. Mom screamed. The call cut off. At first, I thought the signal had dropped.

The intense pain has me biting hard on my tongue to stifle the groans threatening to spill over my lips. Damn it. It's a lot worse than the last. I roll on my back, wrapping my arms around my stomach. Hah....it hurts. It hurts too much. Lying on the bare snow, the cold drilled into my bones, numbing some part of the pain. Hah—exactly how long will I have to bear this? Will I even be able to last the thirty days like this?

But you just made this worse for both of us. Wait and see. Happy New Year. Make it count. You have ten years, five months, twelve days. I'm counting every single one.

Her voice lowered just a fraction. "Can I really finish all of this in ten days?" Her throat tightened slightly as she swallowed. "Because I'm pretty sure…" she added with a faint exhale, "you still have more to list even after this." {It is a ten-day challenge, Host.} {A reward package will be granted upon successful completion of the training.} "I see…" Ivy murmured, letting out a slow, heavy sigh. She pushed herself up to her feet, her posture straightening as something fierce settled into her eyes.

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… 21 days later, my phone suddenly began vibrating wildly. I tapped on it and saw a barrage of intimate photos of Jocelyn and Dylan. They included the entire ceremony, their honeymoon, and everyday photos of them. There was also a disgusting message attached. "Thank you for giving us your blessing, Mel. Dylan rushed over to your place the moment he got off the plane, and I didn't have time to develop these photos for him. I'll have to trouble you to do it on my behalf." I was flummoxed. Was she crazy? Was I just part of some kind of weird game they were playing?

When it came to the company, we went directly to the department, to GT. "Because it's another successful project. All the teams that participated in Dionysus' holiday specials will have a one week break. Starting... today. That's all thank you for the hard work everyone. Make sure to have a beauty rest okay ? Especially the ones who got OTC," said Miss Stacey. "Thank you, Miss," we all answered. "You may now leave. Enjoy your rest days..." Miss Stacey left the front and entered her office. I packed my things and got ready to leave the office.

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Brandon responded quickly, feeling a heat on his skin. His throat felt dry and achy for no reason. His eyes stung as he continued to share the Leopards gaze. Why? He need to go. He had to go! Agitated Brandon cleared his throat and stood up off of the mattress. "I don't need to collect myself...the last day of the Celebration it is." He said softly then he glanced back at Ezekiel and asked him. "When is the last day of the Celebration anyway?" "A week from today." Ezekiel responded. Then he chuckled. To Brandon it sounded forced. "Jezz you'd think we had a germ from how fast you're trying to be rid of us."