27 Days Novelas e Histórias

"Raze." "Two new recruits cleared vetting this week. Both former military, both clean on background. I want them on probationary rotation before they're given anything that matters." "Agreed. Thirty days minimum." "Thirty days," he said, and didn't push for less, even though I knew he could have argued for less and made it sound reasonable, could have leaned on the fact that we were short-handed at the eastern relay and dressed the shortage up as urgency. He didn't. He'd stopped doing that months ago, somewhere around the time he'd stopped needing to test whether I'd hold a line once I'd drawn it.

“280 days.” “What contract?” I asked warily, still feeling his grip on my chin, and I tried not to dwell on it. “A contract of marriage between us for 280 days. That should be enough for you to give birth. Once the child is out of you, the contract ends, and you're free to live your life however you seem fit.” He explained coldly, and his words echoed in my head as I tried to make sense of it. That meant that I would be his wife for a space of nine months, and after the contract ends, I could leave. But—

“You notice that winter is just around the corner.” Caleb paused, the enthusiasm still lighting his features. “That’s why we’ll do it before the snow settles. Camille said six weeks is enough time if we go all in.” “Six weeks?” My eyes widened. “Yes!” he sat beside me, eyes glinting with dreams. “Six weeks, Jo. That’s 42 days. That’s 1,008 hours. That’s—” “—a lot of time to potentially go crazy,” I interrupted, groaning. “Are we planning a wedding or launching a satellite?”

Patima said, sipping on her smoothie. “Don’t deny it anymore, you already introduced MJ to Ivy as your boyfriend” Autumn said, which made Natalie nod her head. “And Bea’s been staring at him yesterday for a long time, I caught her doing it a couple of times, she’s sneaky” Natalie added. Patima smiles at her and removes the elder's hand from hers. “It’s nothing, if she wants to stare at MJ then she can do it after a month” Patima said to them. “Wait, it’s been 2 weeks since that one month thingy started, why is it only one month?” Natalie asked, which Patima answered with a shrug.

"The longest Hayden's ever gone without contacting me is seventy-one days. It's already been forty-two." Yuna's bond with Hayden was undeniable. She wasn't the type to be fooled—not when she was so closely tied to him.

he said quietly. "Yes," she said. "A lot can happen in three weeks." She looked at him. At everything she'd been collecting for twenty seven days. The real smile and the uneven morning hair and the low sound against her mouth and the hand that found her in the dark every night without fail. "Yes," she said softly. "It can."

ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO. “Obsession cannot lead to anything but devastation.” She sighs, casting a glance to my right before she meets my gaze again. “I think we should put a time on it. One month.” She gulps, swallowing her lies. “One month to get the obsession out of our systems, and we go our separate ways.” She tells me so casually. One month. Four weeks. Twenty-nine days. My jaw clenches and I have to remind myself not to bite down so hard or I'll end up crushing my molars.

Tyson reminded. “Come on, you can’t give up an opportunity like this for mindblowing sex”! Chance mumbled, while teasing Dr. Tyson in the same process. “Besides, we won’t be having less sex, we will be having the same sex, just less frequently.” Dr. Tyson could feel Chance smirking on the other end. “We have like twenty one days left.” “Twenty.” Dr. Tyson corrected. “No, it’s twenty one.” Chance retorted. “Why do you think it’s twenty”?

"Buffy, on Day 83 we need to get him a new mattress." "Nice," Buffy agreed. Day 83? Oh...fuck. My internship lasted 84 days; 3 times 28. For some now less arcane reason, Havenstone used a 28 day cycle for all their business. Two things usually kept to a 28 day calendar - the Moon and menstrual cycles.

No more making myself small. She stood up. She turned to Cass. How much time did I just lose? He was quiet. Tell me. The shift was almost full. The fight. The healing. He took a breath. Two weeks. Maybe more. She touched her temple. The grey streak was wider. Her hair felt brittle. Three hundred and thirty-seven days left, she said. Cass nodded. Her mother made a sound like a wounded animal. Three hundred and thirty-seven days, Regina repeated. That's all you have?