172 Days Novels & Stories

seemed to be no longer waiting for him in the same place! Two years. More than seven hundred days and nights.... Was it really too late?

I thought about thirty-two days. This was the number I had arrived at in the study at five-thirty and had spent the rest of the morning not examining. Thirty-two days. The specific count of the days between the signing of the contract and the day I had walked into the foundation's offices and met Lena Vasquez standing at a whiteboard with a marker in her hand and a project plan behind her that she had constructed with the specific and uncommon quality of a person who knew not only what she was doing but why. Thirty-two days.

The lycan grunts. I look around to see everyone’s attention on me. I smile awkwardly at them before I sit back on the chair. "Why?" I question them "It’s just for 182 days." He says calmly. I glare at him wondering if he’s okay, 182 days? I won’t even agree if it’s just for a week. "Just for 182 days? You make it sound like it’s no big deal." I say "Because it’s not a big deal." He says

I storm down the hall to get to the elevator as fast as humanly possible without actually running and attracting any other attention to myself by the people standing around. 36 days, technically almost 35 because it’s almost midnight. I’m frantic in my thoughts at the moment that I actually forget to press the button for the elevator. After I stand there waiting for at least 20 seconds, I press the button and the doors open. I get inside and let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I think to myself, maybe I can just leave here and find a cheap motel for the next five weeks.

I didn't want to think about that but now that she has mentioned it, "Yes." "He said Riana is dying..." I pause. "she has lupus." "What! And she didn't care to tell any of us?" Riana is astonished. "That's why they became friends. One thing led to another and they became more than friends but they never made it official. Hannah could tell Jace about anything and how she was feeling. The doctor said she has 60 days to live... Our best friend is dying, Riana. "

he invited. “No, I'm tired. How long will this take?” “Around seven to ten days, we have these days to ourselves,” he smirked, I spotted the dirt in his eyes—always horny, I rolled my eyes and lay back. "Alright, my love, take your time, I will be right back,” he said, kissed my cheeks, and then walked out. I closed my eyes as I thought of being here for seven days, it would be a long journey. ~A WEEK LATER~

No more making myself small. She stood up. She turned to Cass. How much time did I just lose? He was quiet. Tell me. The shift was almost full. The fight. The healing. He took a breath. Two weeks. Maybe more. She touched her temple. The grey streak was wider. Her hair felt brittle. Three hundred and thirty-seven days left, she said. Cass nodded. Her mother made a sound like a wounded animal. Three hundred and thirty-seven days, Regina repeated. That's all you have?

Silence stretched between us. Lucan finally moved, he set his glass down as he stared at me. “What a strong argument you have Mrs Williams, but as you said we didn't go all the way.” he said leaning slightly towards me. He was directly opposite me, yet it seemed like there was no space between us. “ I have actually made adjustments on my end of the deal. Instead of a night, I want 100 days with you.”

I sat with that. “Tell him thank you,” I said. “Tell him yourself,” she said. “He’s coming in three weeks. He booked the flight after he sent you that first text.” She paused. “He was going to wait a month like he said. He lasted four days.” Aria pressed her hand over her mouth. Hiding a smile. “Four days,” I said. “He’s been waiting forty-two years,” Eleanor said simply. “Four days was already impressive.” My phone buzzed on the table.

I opened the door, and they rushed in. "Where have you been?" Agnes asked. "So it takes you three weeks to return to life?" Rachel asked. "Mei," June called out and hugged me. "The group has been going crazy trying to figure out why our messages only got delivered this week," Ming said. "Two weeks of messages, and it only got delivered this week," Julie frowned. "And with your husband asking us if we knew where you were, two weeks felt longer," Chloe reprimanded. "You had us all worried," Queen said pulling me away from June's hug.