19 Days Bl Novels & Stories

"I already told you right? You'll just get hurt if you continue this…” “I know. But I also know that no amount of pain can sum up to the happiness I'd feel if I get to spend your remaining days with me." I smiled sadly at him. “Nineteen days, Lenos. That's the only days left for me. That's the only time I have…”

Then stopped. Then nothing. Day eleven of thirty. Nineteen to go.

My brow rises and my heart begins to beat faster, "Days? How many days are we talking about?" "For the next twenty-one days." "Twenty-one days?" I echo and my eyes widen, "that's three weeks!" I get up from my seat and move to the kitchen to grab a bottle of whiskey and a cup from the counter. I don't drink in the morning, but it's too early for all this. "You want me to be your replacement for three weeks and your fiancé of all people is not supposed to find this out. He's not an idiot is he?"

And our deadline counted down with mechanical inevitability. Seventeen days to finish what we'd started. Seventeen days to prove The Balance's faith justified.

he raised the corner of his lips into a small smirk. Liam watched closely as one of the men moved over to the firewood, and then lit it up. When the fire spread and then began to burn rather harshly, Liam covered his mouth with his palm and then watched as Baldwin burst into tears, while screams accompanied. “Jesus, he’s never going to heal from that,” Liam shook his head. “He will go through this every day for thirty-one days. There is only going to be a fifteen minute break in between two hours. He… will never recover from it.”

You’re the only one! "I understand," Caleb said. "You met him first. I guess... he beat me to it." He gave a hollow laugh. "But... can I ask one last favor? Just one?" Lucy swallowed hard. "What favor?" "Give me twenty-nine days," he said softly. "Let me try to earn your affection — even a little. If nothing changes by the end of the moon cycle... I’ll accept your rejection and disappear from your life." "Twenty-nine days?" Lucy echoed, stunned. "Why that number?"

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

Day 49. 16 days. No ritual. No “just us. Still.” Just countdown. Just truth.

Twenty-one days. That’s how long I have left to save myself or I lose everything.