روايات وقصص ضمن 27 Twenty Seven

"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."

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."

“Is that a good thing?” “I believe so. Your birthday in the European format is 18, July, 1987 – 18 for Chi, the 7th month of a number 7 year. Seven is one of the greatest power numbers in Judaism, representing Creation, good fortune, and blessing. A Hebrew word for luck, gad, equals seven and another Hebrew word for luck, mazel, equals 77. There are seven cards surrounding your center. You have all the number seven cards in the Minor Arcana, and one Major Arcana.” Shifra pointed out each card and told Anna the meaning in order and further explained their meaning.

3:01 PM. No beep. No clock. No 11 seconds. Just February. Breathing. Just us. Counting. Not days. Not seconds. Just… us. 1. Me. 2. Adrian. 3. Alex. 4. Ivy. 5. Isla. 6. Bear. 7. February. _Thump-thump. Thump-thump._ “Day 271,” Adrian said. Quiet. Not counting. Naming. “How’s 7.” “Perfect,” I said. Kissing February’s head. Smelled like new. Like always. Like after. “How’s 1 through 6.”

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.

When Wendy Chance's father, Josiah, was rendered speechless, I was the only one he wanted to go to speech therapy with. Every time Wendy and I wanted to go out, Josiah would clutch the corner of my shirt. Once again, Wendy would stuff an unused train ticket in my hand and pat my shoulder apologetically. "Treat my dad well, and I'll make it up to you on another trip. Evan can accompany me on this business trip instead. Don’t overthink this." Evan Striker was the secretary she claimed knew his place. I had collected 27 unused tickets over the past three years. They were from unrealized trips to the mountains, historical towns, and the beach. Every ticket turned into a post on Evan's social

I am twenty-seven! I raised my shoulders indifferently suspended: Say what you want as if I would believe you.. He stood towards the sofa on which I was sitting and said: It is the truth! I'm twenty seven! When I didn't waste a reaction and I'm still ignoring him I added sarcastically: I'm serious! I turned twenty-seven about two months ago... I muttered in annoyance: Anyway, I hate lying! And I hate you too! He raised his eyebrows: Yes, I can see that without you even realizing it!

They never did. ————- Author’s Note Hey loves! 🖤 Welcome to Twenty Seven Days— I’m so excited you’re here for this one because this story has been living in my head for a long time and I think you’re going to feel every single word. A few things before we dive in: This book is a slow burn. Like, a real one. I know, I know — but I promise every chapter is building something and when it pays off, it’s going to HIT. Scarlett and Xavier are both incredibly guarded people and watching them crack each other open is the whole story.

He did not trust me after seven years together. The clock on the wall struck three. It was the last day of my bet with Bailey. It was also the date that Jeremy had planned to propose to me.

“Never,’ I spat with disdain, filled with outrage. My wolf just ignored me and was just excited and singing happily, not caring if I was cheerful about it or not. She knows how I hate fated mates. “Thinking of refusing about the seven of us, shit, you can’t and it will take me nothing to suck the life out of you and leave you for dead.’ The seven of them? How ridiculous! What? “Oh, you haven’t perceived the other’s scent here,’ I looked around. There were only six. Well, their pheromones say there are seven of them. Where is the remaining one? I don’t give a damn. Seven mates. This was too much, not one mate, but seven. What am I, a robot or some sort of sex machine to them?