33 Days, Make You Mine! Novels & Stories

“Every fucking minute, hour, and day my body yearns for your touch, Nathan. And now you stand in here telling me to plan before you fuck me?” “Time is ticking, Sera. You don’t want your father bursting in on us at any time, do you?” She exhaled sharply before swaying her hips back to her bed. “It’s simple, and yet hard,” she began, with a more serious expression. I walked to the bed, sitting next to her. “How long will it take?” “Three months or less.” Unbelievable. “Three months?” I repeated. “Is this your way of getting me to fuck you for 90 days?”

I shrug. "Not bad huh?" His eyes twinkle as he looks down at me. "We are getting married in three days." <<<<<<>>>>>>

"I'll go. I just want thirty days first." He looked at me like I'd said something in a language he didn't quite speak. "Thirty days. For what?" "For me." I set the dish towel down on the counter. Turned off the stove. The pasta water stopped boiling. "You owe me that much, Ethan. Thirty days, you act like my husband properly, the way you promised and then I'll sign whatever you need and I'll disappear, no mess, no drama, I promise." He was quiet for a long moment. Calculating.

Mikee said dramatically, “tonight is your last night as a virgin. I hope you enjoy it and don’t regret anything tomorrow. In the name of Mikee, I bless you. Love you! See you tomorrow!” She kissed my cheek and walked away, swaying drunkenly. I watched her disappear down the hallway before letting out a deep breath. Then I knocked on the door of VIP Room 92. After a few knocks, the door finally opened. “What do you want, Miss?” the man asked with a frown. He was even more handsome up close. My eyes drifted to his lips—they were red and tempting. “Make me pregnant,” I said without hesitation. I didn’t even know him.

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

It had a simple diamond infinity pendant, which glistened almost magically as it caught the light. "It's beautiful, Ty," I smiled over at him, placing my hand on top of his. "Turn it over," he gestured towards the pendant. I did as instructed, noticing a tiny date engraved on the back. 19.03.21 I racked my brain for what could have possibly happened back in March, recalling that I'd touched town in New York at the very start of the month. "Was this..," I hesitated slightly before continuing, "the day of my interview?"

I questioned, stretching my hand towards the divorce papers Brandon was holding. He hesitated but he eventually gave it to me. I smirked at him, winked at Stella, whose face had now turned pale, before I scribbled my signature on the paper and dropped it on the table. “There you go,” I murmured, my eyes locked on him. “Now you can finally be with Stella without the guilt… or the thrill of cheating. Let’s see how long the spark lasts when it’s just the two of you.” Without wasting time, I voiced. “I, Issabella Crawley, reject Alpha Brandon of Moonshine pack as my chosen mate.” I felt a sting in my heart but I ignored it. Alpha Brandon hesitated but he accepted my rejection.

That being real would get you the same back. But truth is, if a guy doesn't love you, it'll never be enough—no matter how much you give. *** One afternoon, I was sketching by the lake when a warm voice called out behind me. "Hey, sorry—are you from Carmoria?" I turned. Clean-cut guy, soft smile. "Yeah," I said with a nod. "Finally, someone from home." He grinned, eyes smiling too. "I'm Evan Edenberg. You?" "Wynne Warrington."

He took my fingers and licked them one by one making my breath hitch. "Three days, remember Eden three days",I said to myself. " Three days for what?", " Three days until I'd let you touch me again",I say and Syrus laughs. Before I knew it I was in his arms with my legs around his waist "how about skipping to main course?",he says, biting my lower lip. And just like that I forgot about the three days I myself agreed to.

"Please stop, I would prefer been alone, plus I can't fall for you or love you, I am not the one for you." Bella said, slowly her eyes looked up to match his gaze. "The goddess has sai....." "What we had the previous night and this morning do not guarantee that I will love you. The mate bond can be quite stubborn some times." Bella said, interrupting his speech. "Hmm you think so. I give you three weeks, I promise you three weeks you will love me, you will fall in love with me in three weeks, I will try every possible ways to make that happen, just twenty one days remaining for you to fall in love with me."