19 Days Bl Novels & Stories

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.

After entering the restaurant, Robert took a look at Blaky Sudan and refused: "Let's go with Mommy." Slightly picking his eyebrows, Blaky Sudan could not refuse to say, "Your mother needs to rest for a few days, so I can't give you a present." Kacy frowned in disbelief and said, "Blaky Sudan, what do you mean?" Why can't she send Robert and Cupid? What's the meaning of taking a few days off? She doesn't feel uncomfortable. Why should she take a rest? After glancing at Kacy, Blaky Sudan said in a cool voice, "You inhaled a lot of smoke yesterday, and there was some mild carbon monoxide poisoning. The doctor said that you need to observe for two more days."

Then removed it. No. I wasn't going to be stupid. I stepped away. Three seconds later, the door burst open. I screamed. Marco rushed inside and slammed it shut behind him. “Where's Luca?” My heart dropped. “Is he okay?” Marco looked at me. “Did he come back?” “No.” His expression tightened. That was when I noticed the small cut near his eyebrow. “What happened to you?” “Nothing.” “You're bleeding.” “It's nothing.” He moved toward the window.

After a brief pause, he answered, "Four days. We leave in two." "Nice," Susan said, her voice warm with admiration. "That’s huge. Congratulations in advance." Jonathan clapped his hands together. "Double celebrations, then! Dominion High’s finest heroes deserve nothing less." Adrian smirked, shaking his head slightly. Four days. The countdown had begun.

Silence shrouded the whole place, and it could’ve been entirely deafening if it wasn’t for the tensed heartbeats around him. “How many days have you been serving me, my dear?” Dryzen asked without hiding his demonic voice. He played with the stray strands of her hair. The question sounded dangerous. Or maybe it was just his natural voice. Without delaying some seconds the secretary needs to respond. “Master Dryzen… Two weeks.” Dryzen grinned and let go of her hair. Then he stared at the man, his Executive assistant who had been patiently waiting for them to arrive. “Did she really last that long?”

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Panic rose in his chest. Right at that moment, the number above his head that was originally fewer than 100 days suddenly flashed eerily, and the number jumped from [89 days, 12 hours, 5 minutes] to [125 days, 7 hours, 30 minutes]. This was the first time the number had actually gone up.

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."

I gasped, my head thumping back against the door as he increased the pace. Raze leaned in, his lips crashing against mine in a kiss that tasted of salt and possessiveness. It wasn't a request but a reclamation. While his tongue invaded my mouth, his fingers worked relentlessly inside me, and his hand tightened in my hair, pulling just enough to keep me arched perfectly against his hand. “1,095 days,” he muttered into the kiss, his voice jagged. “I waited 1,095 days for you to come home, and you dare walk back here with another man’s ring on your finger?”

"He thinks he’s the best player in this game. He doesn't realize he’s the one who hired the person who’s going to destroy him." ​He walked over to the island and sat between them. He looked at the pages Danny had been annotating. ​"Three months," Scarlett said. ​"Ninety days," Xavier corrected. "And we’re going to use every second of them.”