300 Days From Today Novels & Stories

No later scholar's note dismissing the claim as myth. "How many days." My voice came out smaller than I wanted it to. "What?" "Until my birthday. Exactly." Tristan pulled out his phone, thumb moving across the screen. "Thirty days." Thirty days. I sat down hard in the nearest chair, the book still open in my lap. "I have three daughters." More to myself than to him. "If this is real. If I can't—" "Don't." Tristan crouched in front of me, gripping both my hands. "Don't go there yet."

In her past life, Seraphina (Sera) starling was used as human meat-shield fodder during the zombie/mutant apocalypse by her greedy ex-fiancé and her manipulative stepsister. After dying a brutal death, she opens her eyes—waking up 30 days before the apocalypse on the exact day she was supposed to sign over her inherited billionaire estate to her ex. This time, she awakens an ancient Spatial Dimensional Ring with an Infinite Storage & Duplication System. Armed with 30 days, billions in liquid cash, and zero mercy, Sera liquidates her enemies' assets, hoards millions of tons of food, weapons, and medical supplies, and builds an impenetrable fortress base. When the world ends and her betrayers

Unknown time until everything changes. The countdown has begun.

Get the work done and then go to bed and forget today ever happened. In the end, it is after nine when I finally shut down my computer, stretching my arms above my head and attempting to work the kinks out of my neck. Checking my phone, I see a message from my dad: Mum in a state. Flight's booked into Gatwick for 11 a.m. Hope you're okay. Dad x

I set the phone down and close my eyes. Three months. Ninety days. I can do this. I have to.

--- **Thirty Days Later** Lia was in the nursery, folding tiny clothes, when her phone rang. Unknown number. Her stomach dropped. Julian? But he was supposed to be in the facility for ninety days minimum. She answered. "Hello?" "Mrs. Nero?" A woman's voice. Professional. "This is Meadowbrook Recovery Center. I'm calling about Julian Ashford." "Is he okay?" "He's fine. He completed our thirty-day intensive program and has been discharged." "Thirty days? I thought it was ninety minimum?" "It was his choice. He felt he'd made significant progress and wanted to transition to outpatient care."

“You have three more days” “If after three days, the company’s money isn’t refunded?” “You’ll wish you’d never seen me coming”.

He died saving me. Now I have 30 days to make him love me... or watch him die again."Aria Blake lost everything the night her Alpha mate, Damon Voss, pushed her out of a truck's path and died in her arms. His last words still burn in her soul: _"You are mine. Always."_But fate gave her one cruel chance. A mysterious locket sent her back 10 years... to the day she first met Damon. Now she's 16 again. And he doesn't remember her. Doesn't want her. "You're not my mate, girl. I don't do destiny." His golden eyes are cold. His heart is stone.The locket is ticking: *30:00:00* 30 days. If Damon doesn't fall in love with her before the countdown ends, she'll be sent back to his deathbed... and he'll

"Mom, I'm your son." Harry got up, intending to kick him out. "Go! Go! We don't have a son like you!" Looking at the scene before him, Zac could only turn his pleading gaze to me. "Celia, I'm sorry. I really didn't know. I'll marry you now. We can register our marriage tomorrow. You can hold the wedding wherever you want. Don't worry—I'll definitely keep my distance from Aurora. I said nothing and just looked at him mockingly. I replied icily, "Zac, don't be shameless. We broke up long ago. What's the point of pestering us like this? Let me go. Just take care of yourself."

"One month. They want you to start at the beginning of February." One month. Thirty days. Four weeks. That's all the time we had left before everything changed.