33 Days, Make You Mine! Mga Nobela at Kwento

- A missed call from my mother. - And one message that made my stomach twist. The blocked number. The one I'd blocked three days ago. But I could still see the preview from before I blocked it. Three days, Olive. That's how long my offer stands. Three days. Today was day three. His offer expired today. Maybe by noon. I stared at the message. At those words that had been playing on loop in my head for more than sixty hours straight. ‘Date me. Be my partner. Make Cole regret everything.’

Three Months Long is a story set in Abuja, in predominantly two districts, Wuye and Jabi. Peter and Olivia are in love and want to have a future together. However, Olivia is older than Peter by a few years and already a graduate while Peter is still a freshman in the university . While Peter’s family is not perturbed about the difference in age and academics , Olivia’s family won't have any of it. Peter promises Olivia a forever love but will their love stand the stern test from their parents and the Nigerian society where it's expected for a man to be several years older than his partner? As the story unravels, love, fear, uncertainty, parental pressures determination, trust and values are

Thank you Lord! I ran to her and hugged her so tight. I kissed her all over her face while my heart was beating so fast. Blue keeps on laughing and giggling. I looked up at the starry night sky while hugging my world in my arms. “I’M GONNA BE A FATHER AGAIN!” “Nicholas!” Blue covered my mouth while laughing. I playfully bit her hand and kissed her nose as I stared down at her. “Thank you. I love you, Mrs. Blue Sanford. You are mine for 100 million years and forever.”

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.

“You weren't there so the deal didn't go through. I warned you this meeting was crucial.” “What?” I was surprised. “Well, what happens now?” I asked. I didn't want to sound selfish, or leave him stranded. “They've given us a 30 days grace period to redeem ourselves.” He said, his tone curt. “Us?” I asked, confused. I definitely wasn't interested in spending one more minute with this arrogant man. “Yes, us. You’ll have to continue as my wife for 30 days.”

She typed the message and sent it. "Even if you don’t know, I will teach you!" "I hope you don’t run away when we will be making love!" "Wait a second, I won't let you run! I will tie your hands to the bedpost and we will make love until you make me pregnant!" "When you will not feel shy anymore, I will love it if you dominate me in bed!" "We will make lots of babies and will keep making them until we turn old!" "I will fulfill all my fantasies with you!"

Paused. Turned back. “And Lena?” She lifted her head. His smile was slow. Dark. Promising. “This is only the first hour.” He opened the door. Stepped out. The lock clicked again. She was alone. Collared. Filled with his cum. Owned. And already aching for the next time he walked back in. Thirty days. Twenty-nine left. And she knew. She would beg for every single one.

"That's not what you said last time I made you wait three days." "Last time I hadn't had sex on a desk and in a waterfall. I'm in a better mood now." I laughed and kissed him and the moonlight was on our faces. Somewhere in the pack a wolf howled, long and low. Ruin answered from inside Dax's chest with a sound that made the air vibrate. My wolf lifted her head and joined and for a moment the three voices were one. "Three days," I said against his mouth. "Three days," he said back, and the words tasted like pine and moonlight and a promise that was finally going to be kept.

“You can make it up to me tonight.” “I can’t,” he replied, and my brows furrowed. “Can’t?” I repeated, my voice tinged with confusion. “Listen, love,” he began, his tone soft but firm, “I promise I’ll make it up to you when I come back.” “Come back?” The words felt like a punch to my chest. “Where are you going?” “I’m heading to the human realm. There are… things I need to take care of,” he said vaguely. “For how long?” My voice was barely above a whisper. “Three hundred and fifty-eight days,” he replied.

he said in a carefree tone, as if asking me to fetch a glass of water. I complied. I removed everything with humiliation, until I stood in my boxers. Just as I was about to remove my boxers, his stern voice stopped me. “Enough,” he said, taking a step back. “Nothing remarkable to see.” “Then what...do you want?” I asked in a cracked, pitiful tone. He leaned in, brushing my cheek with the warmth of his body in mock comfort but his words are hard and commanding. “Three days,” he said. “You have only three days.”