100 Day Streak Celebration Novels & Stories

They all clapped and cheered for Jennifer. "STOP IT! STOP CLAPPING AND CHEERING FOR ME!", she yelled at them. "OH, COME ON! YOU ARE RUINING THIS JOYEST OCCASION!", The Nothing got angry at her. "THERE'S NOTHING TO CELEBRATE HERE. A MAN... A HUMAN BEING... JUST LOST ITS LIFE AND HE IS LAYING LIFELESS ON MY BED RIGHT NOW. CAN YOU AT LEAST SHOW SOME RESPECT?", she angrily asked.

I lunge for it, clutching the silky fabric to my chest. My curves feel way too exposed in this tiny slip I don't remember changing into. "This is insane. You're insane. I need coffee and a lawyer and—" "Tell that to your three million fans," he cuts in, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I freeze mid-rant. "My... what?" He jerks his chin towards my phone on the nightstand. "Check your notifications, Nora. You've gone viral." With shaking hands, I snatch the phone. It's exploding. Thousands of alerts. Comments. Tags. Shares.

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Due to the severity of the situation, the school decided to extend her suspension by another month and give her an official demerit. … The next week was unbelievably peaceful. Without Matthias and Evelyn around to bother me, and with Derrick's sharp, straightforward guidance, it felt like my brain, which had been unused for years, suddenly broke free and started working at full speed. So, I was not as hopeless as Matthias had said. If I actually tried, I could learn. The next time I saw Matthias was a week later. He looked much more worn out than before, with dark circles under his eyes. Being stuck at home because of his relationship probably had not been easy.

“Not just one day.” I waited. “Two days.” “Oh wow!” I almost jumped. “Two whole days?” “Two whole days.” “What is it about?” “It’s the Founders’ Celebration,” Mat said excitedly. “The government declared two days off for it.” “Wait, seriously?” “Yes. No work tomorrow and the day after.” “Two whole days?” My eyes widened. “Two whole days,” he confirmed with a grin. “That is the best news I have heard all week.” “I knew you would be happy.”

I replied firmly. Andrew leaned closer to me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You don't have a mere idea with whom you are dealing," he whispered, his voice dripping with confidence. "100 days, or I will marry you now," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. My heart skipped a beat as I stared back at him, realizing the gravity of his challenge. Could I resist his charm for 100 days, or would I find myself falling in love against my will?

“Home. Us home.” _Silence. PCH. 2:31 PM._ Adrian driving. 72 BPM. One hand on wheel. One hand holding mine. “Day 38,” Adrian said. Quiet. So Isla didn’t hear. But she did. Always hears. “We did a crowd. We did school. We did Mother’s Day. In public. No panic. No Cayman. No Reese.” “Day 38,” I said. Squeezed his hand. “25 days left. Until June 2nd. Until ‘both’ starts. For real.”

George looked relieved and could not help but jest, "Guess we have to appreciate that we lost the bet with Severin and had to do that streaking. You wouldn't have become an internet celebrity if that hadn't happened!" "You're right, haha! I really should thank him!" Stanley laughed, and said to George again, "Your fans are growing in number too, Dad. They've reached several million already!" George laughed contentedly too. "Hahaha, it's not too bad. I just didn't expect to gain so many fans in one day!" …

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

But sometimes you need to hear someone say it out loud before it becomes a thing you can actually carry. October moves toward November. The company hits a milestone that Marcus commemorates with champagne that I actually open this time instead of putting in the fridge. We drink it at the kitchen table on a Thursday evening, just Marcus and me on a video call, both slightly formal about it in the way of people who aren't entirely sure yet that celebrations are allowed. "We're doing well," he says. "We're doing well," I agree. "Your grandfather would have — " He stops. "I know," I say.