172 Days Novels & Stories

“Yes.” “And I need answers.” “Yes.” “So?” “So we wait.” “For how long?” He thought. “Forty-eight hours.” I laughed. “What?” “You think you’re getting on a plane forty-eight hours after abdominal surgery?” “Yes.” “No.” “Then seventy-two.” “No.” “Myra.” “Nicholas.” Damion looked at Chase. “Are they always like this?” Chase smiled. “Apparently.” Nicholas looked at me. “Five days.” “Seven.” He frowned.

“Two months, minimum. They want to reconstruct the damage. I got the emergency leave approved. I'll be flying out with her as her primary caregiver.” The length of time hit me. Two months. Eighty-six thousand, four hundred minutes of absolute isolation, trapped inside Lot 27. My only anchor was leaving the continent. “Wow. Two months” I repeated, trying to sound excited rather than terrified. “That's enough time for you to learn fluent French, meet a ridiculously handsome Swiss banker, and come back with a whole new accent.”

Mazoi responded calmly without slowing down. The others followed as fast they could. “Will the assistance come right away?” Diana asked curiously and tried to walk beside Mazoi—just like Eric did. “Two days the most,” the Medjay said truthfully, without any pause or hesitation in his voice. “What? Two days?” Diana and Eric exclaimed at the same time. Their eyes went round.

“Enlighten me.” “Well, you will count ten days, including her period. If her period lasts for five days, she has two and a half safe days before her period starts and two and a half days after it ends. Ten days!” Delight explained, and he just stared blankly. He quickly did the math. He immediately took his smartphone and composed a message. He needed to know the exact dates. He believes she’s having her period because he felt the pad. Lush: This is Miguel. When did your period start, and how many days does it last? When will it end? Reply.

Aaron stood up to go, he payed for the coffee and biscuits and was about to go, when he turned to look at Dario. "You said a hundred days?" He nodded. "How many days gone?" "Five" Aaron chuckled softly, "you have ninety five days to get married. Congrats."

Alsie POV- ** 17 days later ** The Lycan King and his heir Reilly will arrive in 51 days. I’m huge, uncomfortable, and irritated all the time. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in I don’t know how long, it feels like forever.

But at least this cage has an exit date. Twenty-three days. We can survive twenty-three days. We've survived worse. Together. Always together.

He kissed Ava once — brief, warm, completely certain — and then pressed his lips to Auryn's forehead too, and the golden mark on Ava's neck blazed and the study filled with warm light and outside the windows Seattle went about its ordinary business without any idea what was living above it. Eleven days. They had eleven days. Ava intended to use every one.

I needed to put space between myself and that room and that conversation and the look on his face when he said Nightfall Pack. What happened in those seven days? I had been unconscious for all of it, completely, helplessly unconscious while Adrian had seven days of unrestricted access to think, to investigate, to map out whatever picture he was building around me. Seven days was a long time for a man like him. Seven days was enough time to build something significant.

She could not just give up because their success wasn't guaranteed. "You would need enough food and water to cover you for those days, and that means you would have to transport alongside with you, load. You have to travel by foot, and at the same time dodge the guards around from getting caught. Fourteen multiplied by two is twenty eight days, meaning we would have you see in the next one month. Is that not crazy?!" Zachary fired up, obviously not agreeing with the idea that Azalea was trying to follow. "We would get there in nine days, and come back even faster. That, I can assure you," Azalea replied to him, with an impassive look on her face to imply she wasn't joking.