30 Days From April 1 Novels & Stories

Day 4 A new day appeared. 26 days before the month ended. Today is Thursday a casual wearing for students. Patima woke up with a smile as she walks towards her bathroom. She undresses then step inside the shower. As she finishes her business inside, she walks out of the bathroom then walks inside her walk-in closet. "Hmm... How about jeans and a shirt? Nah, too boring. Ohh... What about a crop top and skirt? Meh, typical. Ahh... A turtle neck, coat, and jeans, that'll be nice" Patima grab the clothes then proceed to wear them.

Ella: I quietly close the door of my cabin and sit in my chair feeling the moment. Taking a deep breath I pull out and open the dreaded file. Here goes! PRENUPTIAL/MARRIAGE AGREEMENT THIS PRENUPTIAL/MARRIAGE AGREEMENT (the “Agreement”) MADE ON 27th February 2020 is valid for one year i.e from 14th April 2020 to 14th April 2021. The two parties will be getting married on the 14th of April 2020 at the Four Seasons.

Do this for the line, and I will strike the memory of your morning roar from my ledger. Ada was explicitly putting the morning's disaster on the table, offering a clean slate in exchange for a pack maneuver; we both knew that even if we kept Isabella locked in his home territory, his wolf would inevitably track Brandon’s scent to the altar gates when the vows began. Fine, I sent back. I exited the comms loop and opened the territory calendar to calculate the moons remaining before the April freeze. Before I could close the grid, a final message from Ada hit the slate. The first of April falls on a non-training weekend. Bring the older pups to the high lodge.

“isn't a business conversation." Raze tilts his head, considering me with the kind of patience that made me want to scream. He had always been like that….calm when I want to tear my hair from the roots. "Fair enough," he say finally. "Business, then." He reaches into the back pocket of his jeans and produces his phone. He taps at the screen twice, then turns it toward me. I stare at the screen. It’s a calendar. His calendar….color-coded, which is a detail I refuse to find charming. Blocks of blue and green and one angry red square stretching across the next three weeks. Appointments. Press calls. A photoshoot. A gala.

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!

Then Theo said, very slowly, "Thirty days." "Yes." "As in one month." "That is what thirty days means, yes." He stared at me. I stared back at him. He looked down at his notepad, wrote something, looked back up at me. "Okay," he said, in the voice of a man who had decided he was simply not going to process this information right now and would deal with it at a later time. Kate raised her hand like we were in a classroom. "Ma'am, when you say thirty days, do you mean thirty days from today specifically or is that like a general ballpark kind of thirty?"

She: "April. But I was thinking — longer than two weeks this time." He: "How much longer?" She signed: "A month. The foundation's spring semester ends at the end of March. The botanical series is complete. Prior's formal proceedings won't require intensive input from me after the first two weeks of preparation." She paused. "April is available in a way it hasn't been before." He set down the book. He signed, with the particular quality of attention he gave to things that would require his own schedule to be arranged around: "A month."