27 Days Novels & Stories

Kash asked, "How long have you been sleeping?" I thought about it and answered, "About two hours?" Didn't he say he knocked on the door for two hours? Kash's eyes became strange as he said, "Two days have passed since you signed the contract." "Two days?" I couldn’t believe it. Kash dressed casually, but I clearly remembered that he was wearing a suit this morning. So I did not eat or drink and slept for two days and two nights. Kash already knew the answer. He reached out his hand to touch the table. Sure enough, there was a layer of dust. I hadn't cleaned the apartment since I lived in it.

I began, folding my arms across my chest and looking him straight in the eye, "how soon is the contract marriage? And how long would that actually last?" He leaned against the wall casually. “Let’s say… in seven days’ time,” he said after a pause. “And it’s gonna last for six months.” There it was again—six months. Everything seemed to circle back to that number. I couldn’t help but feel like the universe was playing some twisted joke on me. Was it fate or just a hell of a coincidence? Still, seven days wasn’t bad. It gave me time to mentally and emotionally prepare myself for the great storm I feel that I was stepping into. If he had said tomorrow, I might have just lost it.

Dead on impact. The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye. When I came back, it was already dark. I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting. But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window— Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side. Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.

"How do you usually survive when you go to that island?" "Special meds and toys." "Oh... Then... Wouldn't you get blue balls now? Also, how long does your rut usually last?" He responded to the last question. "7 days." "7 days?!" I spat in shock. As in, a week? We've only done it for a day, and I still wasn't physically fine yet even after resting. And now, he was saying that it would last 7 days? Oh gawdess. I didn't dare say another word lest he accidentally lost control. Instead, I devoured the meals like my life depended on it. If anything, I needed to have enough strength in case we go at it again or anything unexpected happened.

The lycan grunts. I look around to see everyone’s attention on me. I smile awkwardly at them before I sit back on the chair. "Why?" I question them "It’s just for 182 days." He says calmly. I glare at him wondering if he’s okay, 182 days? I won’t even agree if it’s just for a week. "Just for 182 days? You make it sound like it’s no big deal." I say "Because it’s not a big deal." He says

I needed to put space between myself and that room and that conversation and the look on his face when he said Nightfall Pack. What happened in those seven days? I had been unconscious for all of it, completely, helplessly unconscious while Adrian had seven days of unrestricted access to think, to investigate, to map out whatever picture he was building around me. Seven days was a long time for a man like him. Seven days was enough time to build something significant.

FIRST-TIME HOST REWARD PACKAGE AVAILABLE. INITIAL TASKS GENERATED. TASK ONE: SECURE CLEAN WATER SOURCE. TASK TWO: ACQUIRE NON-PERISHABLE FOOD. TASK THREE: OBTAIN A DEFENSIVE WEAPON. OUTBREAK WINDOW:89 DAYS REMAINING. Evelyn stared at the number. Eighty-nine days. Her stomach tightened. Three days. Three entire days had vanished. In her first life, the outbreak began ninety-two days after this morning. Not eighty-nine. The difference should have been impossible.

She added and he creased her hands with his thumb. “You have like forty-seven days left right?” He asked and she nodded in response. He took in a deep breath and stared into her eyes, he can just easily order her to do it, he really doesn't know why he feels like her opinion is needed. “Let's make it three hundred and sixty-five days.”

Won’t be here for two weeks minimum. Two weeks that belong entirely to us.

"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."