19 Days Bl Novels & Stories

She did not know which noise she heard, but she was sure that it was from a human being. She tried to calm down and started walking towards the back of the tree. She closed her eyes and stretched her head, but was shocked and speechless when she opened her eyes. There was a man laying on the ground holding onto the left side of his stomach, which was bleeding and he looked like he has lost a lot of blood and was very pale. The man looked like he was around twenty-nine or thirty years old but Ava can not deny the fact that he was very handsome even when his face was pale and he was squeezing it repeatedly to cob the pain he was feeling.

She was then faced with having to bear the embarrassment of going back to tell them to wait 30, not 5, or never showing up ever again! Oh gosh! Save her! * She walked back hesitantly. Andre raised his gaze from his phone as soon as he heard his sister voice. It was loud. “Yes??” “uh... sorry guys but they said... I mean the order would take 30 mins not 5. Sorry.” She said. “but i'll try and make sure it doesn’t take up to 30 mins. Maybe 20 or 25 minutes.” “the moment I saw her, I knew coming here was a total mistake.” Marian hissed.

"Her schedule cleared up. She's ready. Which means you're no longer needed." "Our marriage—" I started, my voice trembling. "Was a one-year agreement. A contract," Cassian finished for me. He crossed his arms over his bare chest. "It's been nine months, Rosa. Close enough. I don't want to see you in my house anymore." I couldn't breathe. My chest felt tight, like someone was squeezing all the air from my lungs. Couldn't think past the roaring in my ears. The tears kept coming and I couldn't stop them.

One per day. Jess wasn't as resilient as Molly; she screamed and struggled, clinging to Ray and biting his arm. Had it not been for the hundreds of enhancements to his skin, making it tougher than cowhide, she might have drawn blood. One night passed. The apocalypse had now entered its 64th day.

“Honestly, that’s fair.” “Is it?” “We altered the rules on him,” Oscar reasoned. “It’s only fair we reset the counter. So... today is Day 1 he has 59 days to go.” “Uhh…..I think it might be more than that”. I rubbed my neck, trying to find the best way to tell him. “Am I missing anything?” Oscar asked looking confused. “It’s 90 days now….” I dropped the bombshell. His eyes widened in shock. “90 fucking days!!! Matt what were you thinking?” My brother yelled out.

The night was three weeks from now by Greymire's calendar, twenty days by Ashford's planning, and Brynn would learn the date by bond on the morning of the strike. "Tell her tomorrow," Davyn said. "Send the new timing down the bond. Carefully. So she has nineteen days to be ready." "Tomorrow," Torrhen agreed. The next morning, in the gray hour before dawn, Brynn felt the bond carry a different shape than it had carried in months. Not warmth alone. Not affection. A piece of information, careful and slow. "Nineteen days. Then we come." She lay in her corner and let the shape settle. Nineteen days. Not seventy-five. The strike was nineteen days away. The team was coming over the back wall on a n

I never even kissed this man let alone had more than an hour alone with him yet here I am feeling a strain in my heart. From here on out, he’s dead to me. I will ride out the rest of my 31 days, leave and never fucking look back.

Eleanor Berkshire-Beaumont looked up at the voice and saw a nurse standing at the foot of her hospital bed. “Your discharge has been processed. Please collect your medication at the reception desk and pay your bills at the billing counter.” The nurse left, and Eleanor sat there on the bed, looking out the window. It was the fourteenth day since her car accident. The fourteenth day of being alone in a hospital room. The fourteenth day of realizing that no one was ever going to give a damn about her. She could understand why her family wouldn’t come to see her, but the fact that Nicholas hadn’t even visited her once in 14 days…

Again. *There:* Cell 14. James counts. Day 5,121. `One down. 4,192 to go.` One side: bleeding, but standing. Other side: watching for the next crack.

The contents of the pen drive Brody showed me and the notebook made up the full truth of what I had gone through over the past two years. [Brody said that this is the 80th week since I got transient global amnesia, and this is the hell he’s made for me. [Someone, please save me…] Every page contained a desperate cry for help, but no one could answer it. Even if I did not have my passport, I could still leave this place first. So, I approached the door with only the clothes on my back. But when I grabbed the door knob, I could not open it, even though I had just opened the door yesterday when a package arrived.