Novel & Cerita 27 Twenty Seven

Until whatever came next. Seven weeks. Starting now.

He did not think much of Travis leaving. When Wren asked about Travis, Cromley told Wren everything that happened with Travis. "Purple Star? What could be happening there? What a ridiculous excuse." Wren got angry when he heard that. Purple Star was the leading star among the Seven Stars. The Seven Stars were the most stable constellation discovered by the cultivation world. Among those stars, Purple Star was the most stable.

She wanted to check up on 027. Grayson stopped her. "The boat with 027 on it isn't as fast. They're not here yet, but I just got a message from them a couple of minutes ago. 027 is in stable condition, so don't worry." "That means she's fine. She's probably going to make it now." "Yeah, so let's go home first and get some food. We should get some sleep, and then you can go to the clinic once they've returned." "Alright."

- How old are you? - Thirty-two. - And you found out now?

Twenty-seven. That number ricochets through the hollow caverns of my mind while I rummage through those crammed plastic bags in my arms in search of my house keys. Not that I'm old but I'm not young, either, especially in Elizabeth Walton's utopia where women my age ought to have at least produced two heirs by now.

"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."

"Twenty-eight... twenty-nine..." * * *

Zique's obsidian eyes widened. "W-What date is today?" Damion took out his phone, looking down at it. "It's the twenty fifth..." "The...The...The twenty fifth?" Zique breaths shortened, his hands clenching by his sides. "The twenty fifth?" "What?" Damion asked. "Is it...it couldn't really be today...is it?" Gabe shook his head, shifting in his seat. "No, it's the twenty seventh...two days. We have...no he has two days."

“Hello, can I speak to Freedom, please?” “What’s the first fact?” asked a man at the other end. “It is a preonic and an abundant number. Its prime factorization of two-three-seven makes it the second sphenic number.” “. . . the second.” “The angle rounded to whole degrees for which a rainbow appears.” “. . . the third.” “It’s an English pop/rock music band.” “. . . and what’s the answer?” “forty-two,” JC concluded. “Ok. Is this Mr. Martin?”