219 Days From Today Novels & Stories

I was going to update yesterday but forgot :3 My finals are starting on the 29th, and I don't know what to do. Wish me luck. The next update will be here soon. Give your hearts Daisy Chaseley

Past- 19th September 2032 I woke up feeling more tired than I did before I went to sleep. It has been twenty-nine days, five hours, and twenty minutes since I found out that I was pregnant. I haven't even told Stan, John, Calvin, or Jessica yet. The guilt, as well as the bump, has been growing with every day going by. The bump doesn't show until the second trimester, but I can still see every change in my body.

I prepared some black stew, I sat on the table I stared at the wall from top to bottom. "These are the number of days I have used here. Today is Day 301."

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.

“Good. Because I plan on keeping you in this bed as much as possible for the next twenty-two days.” I laughed softly, turning in his arms to face him. His hair was a mess, eyes soft and sleepy, lips curved in that half-smile that made my stomach flip. “Twenty-two days,” I repeated. “We keep counting down like it’s a deadline.” “It is,” he said quietly. “But I’m hoping we change the ending.” My heart stuttered. “Ethan,” “I know. Big conversation. Later.” He kissed me instead, slow and sweet, morning breath and all. “Right now I just want to make you breakfast.”

He caught her expression instantly, his entire body bracing as he leaned in closer to the phone. “I understand you have Raymond's documents in your possession now," Isabel continued after a brief, calculated pause. "I also understand, given the political calendar in Washington, that you have approximately twenty-two days left before the official confirmation hearing takes place." “What do you want, Isabel?” Scarlett asked, her eyes locked onto Xavier’s, conveying the gravity of the name without saying it aloud.

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?”

She explains. A week. That is seven days. Adding to the days remaining before the royal hunt which begins this week Saturday it makes it almost twelve days. Twelve days minus the twenty days I have left and that is eight days remaining. Eight days is not enough. "What time is it?" Ruby stands up, looking out of the window. I follow her gaze and realize that the sun is already up. "it's noon—or almost noon I guess." "Then let's go." "Go where?

“I–what day–what’s the date?” “March, 18th.. No, I think it’s the 19th.” Ingrid responds. Kaia glances back and forth between Elias and I, “it’s two minutes after midnight, so technically it’s the 20th.” “Happy birthday twin..” Elias whispers. “We’re officially 18..”

She chuckled before we disentangled. I stared at the calendar but was confused when I realized the date was 18th December 2022. No wait, that's not right. We're supposed to be in 2024! “Aunt, what's today's date? What year are we in?” I rasped out and she stared at me suspiciously like I was acting like someone loosing her mind. “Oh don't tell me you forgot, Ollie is going to be so mad. It's 18th December, 2022 and you're supposed to go hunting with her today.” She answered slowly and I frowned.