300 Days From Today Novels & Stories

I never even kissed this man let alone had more than an hour alone with him yet here I am feeling a strain in my heart. From here on out, he’s dead to me. I will ride out the rest of my 31 days, leave and never fucking look back.

“Why on earth do you think I will answer that?” “Gina stop, I am trying to be nice here,” I added. “Same here, I’m trying to be nice as possible as well.” “Let’s go out on a date this Saturday if you can give me a chance, I bet you, you are going to love me again, just give me thirty days.”

Billie looks around his place. He’s only been here for almost a year but a lot had already happened here reshaping some parts of his life. It’s certainly a memorable place and it deserves some quiet moment to appreciate it. His silent appreciation for his rented place got distracted by a call from Rowell. “Hi, bro. You’re not coming today, right?” he asked. “Yes, bro. I realized I still had one vacation leave that I could use. But I’ll be there tomorrow for my last day at work,” Billie answered.

“The will's been public for two hours.” “I move efficiently,” I say. “There's a difference.” “Is there?” I sit. I don't order anything, which I can see unsettles her slightly — good, I want her paying attention to the details, because the details are where I'm most convincing. “I'll be direct, since I imagine you've had enough people today dancing around what they actually want. My company has spent ten years trying to break into freight lanes your grandfather locked down before either of us could vote. You have thirty days to marry someone or lose everything you were just handed. I'm proposing we solve both problems at once.”

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

“No exceptions. No excuses. And no ending it early.” The room becomes still. Not in a big way. But enough. Thirty days. It’s longer than a joke. Long enough to be a problem. Long enough to matter. “And if I refuse?” I ask. Adrian’s eyes meet mine, steady and unbothered. “You won’t.” He’s right. Refusing would be… unnecessary. This isn’t a situation that needs avoiding. It’s a small problem. Easy to handle and temporary. Thirty days is not much in the grand scheme of things. And relationships— are not important.

Jasper Eaton decides to ditch me at the altar just so he can meet up with Wendy Klein, his ex-girlfriend who abandoned him when he almost got crippled five years ago. All the guests are stunned, to say the least. I can only tug at Jasper's hem of his shirt while trying very hard to keep my expression intact. "Can you please stay with me now?" Mixed feelings cross his eyes, but he soon wrenches my hand off him, finger by finger. At the same time, he shakes his head. "I'm sorry, but I must go now. I need to ask Wendy why she was so heartless to me back then." Amid the crowd's shocked gasps and murmurs, Jasper leaves without even looking back. My dad, who has a bad heart, trembles violent

he says sharply. “I was trying to help you,” I reply smoothly. “This will never work,” he snaps. “First an engagement, now we are getting married in thirty days?” “We just need act like it’s going to happen,” I counter. “For the meantime, I will be staying here because I might or might not have mentioned that we are very in love, so we do have to appear very in love.” His shoulders tense. He looks like he wants to either strangle me or maybe kiss me again.

Day 27 Thirty three days to go. Time was ticking faster than usual, rubbing the number inscribed on her palm, her ringing phone snapped her out of her thoughts. She didn’t want to pick the call—there was no point, she already knew who it was. Ever since she left her house that day, Eleanor hadn’t stopped calling her. She knew she had to speak to her at some point, but she still needed space to digest the revelation.

Reeves had been waiting thirty years. Two more days was nothing.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​