30 Days Letter Challenge Novels & Stories

I replied. He stood. "Then we start today." He left a card without a name on it, just a number. "When I have something, you'll receive it through a secure channel." "A week?" I ventured. Lawrence looked at me like time was a luxury. "Depends how much she exposes herself," he said. "But yes. A week is usually enough for the basics." He left. I stayed there for another five minutes without touching my coffee. The cup had already gone lukewarm, and I didn't have the nerve to reach for it again.

he says as he continues eating. “Why are you smiling like an idiot?” I ask again, folding my arms across my chest. He chuckles deeply, his Adam’s apple bobbing sexily in his throat, “You didn’t say never and that’s a good enough answer for me.” His answer makes butterflies fill my tummy and heat flush my face. He was really ok with that answer? With waiting until I was ready? I swallowed hard and continued eating without meeting his gaze again. The next morning was officially a week before the challenge. The Council had sent a letter giving the exact date, time, and location of the event.

he whispered against my face, “I was giving you a chance to get away from me before I finally make up my mind about you, Dominick” I was confused, his words made no sense but I couldn’t move—not when his hand was curled around my neck in that kind of way. “It seems you like to play” he whispered again as he bit down on his lips lightly, “and I love a good challenge. 90 days” he blurted again, “I will make you beg for me in 90 days” “What does that even mean?” Pulling me closer, his grip on my neck tightened but I didn’t budge, I wanted to see what he had to offer—and why he was giving me this ultimatum.

I’m beyond confused, I hold the penny in my hand and unfold the letter with with my trembling fingers. “Okay, here goes,” I say to myself overtaken with anxiety. X, 37 days, It has taken me 37 days to dislike you, to like you, to love you, to hate you, and to forgive you. No matter how hard I try, I can’t give you up, no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop loving you, so the only thing I want to stop trying with you, is fighting myself for what I really want, fighting myself, you. Our lives may be nothing alike, but we are. We have an undeniable love and understanding for one another and without the other half of me, I’m not truly me. My mom always told me that in the rare occasion that when

I chuckled wryly, “This is the big leagues, Ana. No one is looking at your pretty face or cares about how beautiful you are. It's either you got it or you don't.” Her eyes narrowed dangerously and a twitch started forming on her lips. She seemed ready to explode but that wasn't my problem. I stared intensely at her and continued, “C, just so you're aware, if this deal doesn't go through, that 30 days might turn to 60 days. And so, if I were you, I'd do whatever it takes to close it as soon as possible.” Ana argued, her eyes spitting fire. “Trust me, I'd want nothing more than to go back to my normal life. I don't care that you have all the money in the world. If you hadn't tricked me into th

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?"

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

The intense pain has me biting hard on my tongue to stifle the groans threatening to spill over my lips. Damn it. It's a lot worse than the last. I roll on my back, wrapping my arms around my stomach. Hah....it hurts. It hurts too much. Lying on the bare snow, the cold drilled into my bones, numbing some part of the pain. Hah—exactly how long will I have to bear this? Will I even be able to last the thirty days like this?

Sure, he's slightly attractive but I know he'll never be in my mind when it comes to jumping into a relationship. And yeah, it's weird since MJ just called this one-month thing a 30 Days Workout... Like, are we even in the gym to work out? But it seems like he's trying to improve and prove something this month. Whatever, I'll just help him with that. - "You look great, honey," Mom said as she smiles and places her hand on my shoulder. Yua said we have to wear formal clothing so I wore the nicest dress in my closet. Mom helped me with my makeup.

*Chapter 83* Thirty Days* *Word count: ∼1860~words* The envoy left at dawn, and with them went the last bit of quiet Red Fang had earned. Thirty days. That’s what the council gave them. Thirty days of no attacks, no border shifts, no excuses. After that, River Claw could move again. And if Red Fang struck first, the council wouldn’t intervene. The parchment had the seal, the date, the names. It didn’t make it feel any more real.