30 Days Of Night 3 Novels & Stories

Rule 3: 90 days. Rule 3: Gone. End

Just the two of them and the sound of rain. At the doors, Marco held it open. “Giulia.” She stopped. “What?” “I meant what I said. About the 30 days. About trying.” Giulia looked at him. Tired. Honest. 19 and 27 all at once. “Don’t make me regret saying yes,” she said. “I won’t,” Marco said. She got in the car. He stood in the rain until it pulled away. Day 12 of 30. And the rules were already cracking.

The one three feet from my bed. I sat up so fast my vision blurred. The clock on my nightstand said 3:03 AM. My bedroom door was closed. I always close it. Through the gap at the bottom, I could see the hallway light was off—but I hadn't turned it off. I had left it on, like I did every night, because I'm afraid of the dark. A thirty-two-year-old man afraid of the dark. Pathetic, I know. But the light was off now.

Scars marked his chest and arms. He looked at me with cold eyes. “You will not die tonight,” he said. “But you have a choice to make.” My mouth felt dry but I waited for him to continue. “You will come to this room every night for thirty days,” Lucian told me. “You will pleasure me fully each time. If I am satisfied every night, you live. If I am not happy on any night, you die. If you make it through all thirty days, I will set you free.”

"Leticia went to great lengths to choose this restaurant for us, and you are simply not worth it!" He blushed and dropped a plate in front of me, causing shards to scatter all over the floor. A decade-plus of shared life, yet he still doubted who I was at the core. I took out the divorce agreement from my pocket. "Since that's the case, the 30-day cooling-off period has passed. Let's sign it." I placed my resignation letter below. He sneered and quickly picked up a pen to swiftly sign his name. "As you wished!" After saying that, he hugged Leticia and left.

There were only three days left before our bond would break on its own. Besides, he never cared about me anyway.

The lights glowed a little brighter. Or maybe that was just the way it felt. Either way, I wasn’t letting go. Not tonight. Not for the next thirty days. Maybe not ever.

_*]:min-w-0"> POV: Ronan Montague _*]:min-w-0"> The new moon was in three days. _*]:min-w-0"> I stared at the lunar calendar on my phone, calculating risk versus reward for maybe the hundredth time this week. Three days until the sky went dark and our scents would be weakest. Three days until Juliana and I could complete the mating bond without every supernatural creature within fifty miles sensing it. _*]:min-w-0">

His teeth were still sharp. "Three days," she said. "Three days." The knot went down. He pulled out. His cum spilled onto the grey sheets, hot and thick and glowing faintly in the dark. She stared at it. "Does it always glow?" "No." "Then why does it now?" "Because you saw me. Because you know. Because the beast responds to being seen." She touched it. Warm. Tingling. Like everything about him. On the nightstand, his phone buzzed. She didn't look at it. She already knew who it was. Three days to the equinox.

"I am not being childish, Shraf. I want what's rightfully mine, these five years! No amount of your money can bring back those!" "This is not fucking possible!" It was not possible to love you this much either, I did anyway. "30 days." I sipped my coffee, my fingers rubbing the warm mug. "What?" My husband might lost count how many times I rendered him speechless today, but I didn't. I was fucking enjoying it. "I want thirty days from you. For the next thirty days, you are mine. I get to touch you whenever I want, wherever I want. I get to kiss you goodbyes, hug you when we sleep"