33 Days, Make You Mine! Novels & Stories

He set me down gently and stepped back. “Are you up for this?” Fred asked, staring down at me with a concerned expression on his face. “Yeah.” Nodding with a smile, I sat up on the bed. “I was just resting from the orgasm. I'm up for anything as long as it includes everything here. I'm yours for three days, remember?” “How can we forget something like that?” Blue placed a kiss on my cheeks before they got down from the bed. I watched them get to work, knowing what awaited me tonight, and I wasn't scared of it.

"Clean yourself up. Get your wounds tended to. And for the love of everything holy, stop embarrassing me. You're a guard of the Alpha King. Act like it." He nodded frantically. "Yes, Your Majesty. Yes. Of course. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I turned back to Lady Elan. "Three days," I said. "Three days until you are mine. Use them wisely." I waved my hand. "Get them out of my sight."

There was a soft sound, and the potion glowed a faint blue. "There's nothing wrong with my potion. I'm the best Neuro Healer in Southia." He held the tube near my lips. "After 21 days, I'll come back and marry you, and we'll become the happiest couple." I turned my head away. "Why should I? I'm not a recycling center. Why do I have to accept a werewolf who cheated?" "That's slander! I haven't betrayed you!" Dylan was suddenly agitated, and his eyes reddened. "She's about to die. She doesn't have much time left, and she deserves my company!"

"You'll find out in three days." In three days, our mate bond would be officially broken. By then, I would no longer be his Luna.

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?

While they were walking towards the cab at the Port, they both spotted me and were instantly blown away by my 'extraordinary' beauty. Huh! They both wanted to approach me but kind of had a little fight over who would make the first move between them. Flex brought up a stupid idea of betting on who would get me first. The first thirty days, Ramon would court me. The remaining thirty days, it would be Flex's turn. And in the 60 Days, one of them would have won me! That was the agreement. Boys are so stupid! And because I was not the first girl they have done that to, Flex took a photo of me and labeled it "5". Well, I am the fifth girl but the FIRST girl to pick Ramon.

"For three days, you're mine." "I'm yours," I gasped. "Always yours." He reached around. Found my clit. Rubbed in hard circles. I came fast. Too fast. Crying out his name. He followed seconds later. Buried deep. Filling me. After, we just stood there. Both breathing hard. Both processing what we'd just done. "Three days," he said again. "Three days." Like a deadline. Like a death sentence. Like all the time in the world and not enough at all.

He said for Amanda to sigh. “So have you forgiven me that’s why you came?” She asked for Aaron to look at the feet that’s no more swollen and it’s back to it’s normal size. “Who is Anthony?” He asked for Amanda to scoff. “ I’m I not allowed to make friends?” She looked at him. “ friend you won’t introduce me to, No” he said for Amanda to scoff. “ how can I introduce you when I haven’t seen you for the past three days Aaron, I was devastated with thoughts and I began to doubt your love for me” she said for Aaron to walk very close to her.

“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”.

I had been in a relationship with Celine Jodie for seven years, but she married her first love, Dylan Graham, a month before our wedding. One afternoon, I was checking the guest list when a screenshot popped up in the wedding planning group. The screenshot was of another group chat called 'Our Promise at 18'. There was a photo of Celine and Dylan standing at the entrance of the local county clerk's office, holding their marriage certificate, and below were people who responded with texts. Her brother, Jordan Jodie, said: [Did you manage to keep it a secret from Gabriel? Don't let him delay the wedding over this matter.] My best friend, Isaac Tatum, replied: [Don't worry, he's still wait