19 Days Ch 1 Novels & Stories

Chapter Thirteen Day Four Friday. Morning come around as it usually does every risen morning, that sound that Bisola hated the most in her entire lifetime pierced her hearing, Bisola hissed and used her pillow to covered her ears with the hope to stopped the sound of alarm from getting to her ear, but the pillow was of no use.

She had not planned twelve chapters — she had let the chapters arrive in the order they arrived and counted them when she was finished. The first chapter was about Tuesdays. Ordinary Tuesdays in the twelfth and thirteenth years of building a life in a place that had been rebuilt. What the Tuesday mornings looked like when the work was moving correctly and the people were right and the day had the texture she had described to Darius — the texture of a day that knew what it was doing.

In less than twenty one days to be exact. No, she is ready to fight and take in the arctic cold chilling her bones. In just less than Twenty One Days, she won't be able to have her husband all to herself but she is ready to fight for the love she wasted and she will do that In Twenty One Days and that is her vow before her head hit the pillow. She cuddled her daughter and fell into a dreamless sleep willing her mind to dream about a way to have her husband and she did. She was so anxious that she couldn't sleep well so she stood up to execute her plan.

It was rumored that it was the place where true mates during ancient times would travel to together. As for my wolf, I knew she hadn't disappeared or been sealed away. She was just temporarily in a deep sleep. I continued to study and do experiments, and my days were mundane and uneventful. However, occasionally during experiments, I would feel a sudden pain in my chest. Tears would slide down my cheeks and drip off my chin. I shook my head briskly and continued working. Since I had forgotten it all, it didn't matter. … 21 days later, my phone suddenly began vibrating wildly.

He brought me this dress a week ago. ' It's a lovely dress. A smile appeared on my lips. The slit is showing my bare leg and thigh. I am nervous as a teenage girl. He should've come now. ' I leaned back in my chair with a heavy sigh and glanced up at the moon in the sky. It was full and shining brightly in the clear night sky. I glanced down at the display. It was midnight. The new day began. He didn't remember this day nor did he come. I stared at the cake with tearful eyes, "It must be something important." I told myself and pushed on my feet. Unhappiness drowned me.

One impossible day at a time. To be continued ---

And the place in my chest where the mark ran its deep root stayed warm for the entire three hours. END OF CHAPTER 14

I asked quietly. “The door is open,” he replied, nodding toward the large wooden door at the far end of the room. I looked at it, then back at him. “Why does it have to be one hundred days?” I asked. “Why not forever or...?” He leaned back, amused. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” His eyes scanned my face, pausing at my cracked lips. His thumb brushed softly along my cheek, sending a strange chill down my spine. I swallowed hard. My head said run. My heart whispered stay.

--- Memories --- Silence. --- Aren carefully opened the first page. --- And froze. --- For a photo was pasted there. --- A picture of them. --- Of everyone. --- In the clearing. --- The day the door was closed. --- No one had taken that photo. --- No one. --- Beneath it was a handwritten line. --- Handwriting Aren recognized immediately. --- Unsteady. --- A bit crooked. --- But unmistakable. --- > Chapter 1 --- Slowly, he turned the page.

THE NEXT DAY Chaos’s p.o.v I am awakened by the sun blaring rudely in my face. Which fucker left the damn window open? I would really like to know and give that person a delightful piece of my mind. It’s not like I hated the sun but it's in my face rudely and I am not a morning person. I try to move only to realize I am being held tight to a chest. I mean a very yummy muscular chest by a muscular arm.