30 Days From April 1 Novels & Stories

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 set it down carefully, my full attention on the phone. "When?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. "Thirty days from today. October twentieth." The kitchen seemed to tilt slightly. I gripped the edge of the counter. "Thirty days," I repeated, the words not quite processing. Braham's head snapped up from his laptop, his eyes locking onto mine with sudden intensity.

September's End "September!" September came rushing to their room holding a spatula when he heard his wife calling out to him. He was wearing a pink apron with a huge heart print in the middle. The words 'Best Dad in the World' was printed with large letters inside the heart. "What's wrong, hon?" He asked worriedly as he walked over their bed where Maeve with a nine months old tummy was panting hard. "I think she's coming out!" She said and once again screamed in agony as she felt another contraction.

, she promised him. "Okay!", he replied. "I'll send you my number and my home address. We could start our first date on Friday, June 29th; which is two weeks from now.", she explained. "When should I call you?", he asked. "Anytime at night, that's when I'm all to myself.", she said in a seductive voice. "Okay!", he replied. "See you later, Terrance! Remember... June 29th and don't forget to call me!", she reminded him.

“You weren't there so the deal didn't go through. I warned you this meeting was crucial.” “What?” I was surprised. “Well, what happens now?” I asked. I didn't want to sound selfish, or leave him stranded. “They've given us a 30 days grace period to redeem ourselves.” He said, his tone curt. “Us?” I asked, confused. I definitely wasn't interested in spending one more minute with this arrogant man. “Yes, us. You’ll have to continue as my wife for 30 days.”

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He lowered his voice, hoping his mate wouldn’t hear it. Sab was momentarily stunned, but she smirked after a while. “You don’t know?” “Do you?” Jared ignored her teasing tone and asked again. “April 13th.” “Are you sure?” She snorted at his disbelief. “Quite sure.” “You didn’t confuse it with the other girl, right?” Sab rolled her eyes at him. “Hana’s birthday is in August. Leo’s is on December 5th. Ren’s is December 21st. Gareth’s is April 29th.”

So much for a reunion. Our passionate goodbye kiss still plays in my head. Somehow I thought this would be another memorable moment but I thought wrong. “April 5,7,10,15,20. May 1,5,9,12,25 and two nights ago. Do those dates ring a bell to you?” He swallows his saliva and avoids my eyes. He knows. The sexy, adorable bastard!

"I thought that was the next weekend." She scrunched up her face in thought. "What's today?" she asked. He glanced at his watch. "April 3rd," he replied. She frowned again. "I thought it was later than that. I guess it's two weekends away, on the weekend of the 22nd." He nodded. "We'll need to get a hotel room if you don't want to deal with your mom and dad." Kelly grumbled in irritation. "Definitely a hotel room."

I also hate it, because it means he knows what's coming and I don't. “Yes,” I say, steadier than I expect. Small victories. He opens the folder. I watch his hands instead of his face, because his face keeps doing something complicated every time he glances at me, and I don't have room for one more complicated thing today. “The will of Edmund Calloway,” he reads, “executed the fourteenth of March, revised most recently four months ago.”