36 Days Book Novels & Stories

Final Entry* Elma writes in the small notebook she started at 16. `Year 36.` `He is 73. We are 14,600.` `He has nothing. We have everything he tried to take.` `We won by not becoming him.` `The end.` She closes it. --- *AFTERWORD* This was never about him. It was about 2 deaths at 47. And 14,600 lives that came after. Justice was served. The company was saved.

These 4 – 5 days distance between them should sort everything out. [Hello lovely readers! Welcome to my book! Hope you are enjoying it! Please support me by leaving me a rating and review! Your precious words mean the world to me! Love you all!]

So sorry if you read it but it's not among this book; just forget about it. thank you for reading, the last chapter was 36 so you can stop there.

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

Elena threw a stick for Violet to fetch as she walked along the beach. Four weeks of perfect relaxation and contentment in Sardinia had put a healthy glow in her cheeks and a spring into her step. She had got her peace of mind back and the silliest things made her smile, she reflected cheerfully.

* I stood there until my breathing evened out and my hands stopped shaking and the hot flush of the confrontation cooled off enough that I could think clearly again. Then I pushed off the wall and started walking toward the east wing. Back to my room. Back to whatever was left of this morning. Back to figuring out how to exist in this house for another day without accidentally setting off every landmine it seemed to contain. *One day,* I told myself, turning the corner toward the east wing corridor. *You just have to get through one day at a time.* The door to my room was exactly as I'd left it — slightly open, light on inside.

The palace is intimidating, tall gates, guards everywhere, and walls that scream “you’re trapped.” The driver pulled the car to a stop in front of the mansion. Alpha Jacob stepped out and I did too. He placed his hand on my waist and I quickly tugged it away. He growled silently as if trying to tell me I belong to him. As we walked up the stairs, he leaned in and whispered "From this moment on, this is your home." "For sixty days only." I remind him He scoffed "Sure." It didn’t sound right at all but I have too much going on to worry about this.

Held it. Eight months since she'd arrived at the manor with the archive boxes and the sixty-day contract and the bookmark already in use in a different book, one that had been waiting on the nightstand in the east wing as though the room had known she was coming and had made a small preparation. Eight months. The bookmark had been in six books since October. This one had taken the longest — not because it was difficult but because she'd been rationing the ending, giving herself time inside it. She looked at the finished book.

“ Me before you,“ though it ended in sadness. Zanger groaned. “ Can't we watch, queen of the south? There is a little romance in it. “ “ Don’t start with me, babe,” I argued back. “If you get on my nerves, we will watch 365 days.” “ I can’t object to that.... can I?” Zander smirked and I wanted to slap that smirk off his handsome face. Damn that sexy man! Zander walked to the door, when a knock echoed in the room, rolling back in with a tray of all my favorites. I did a happy dance when the smell of pizza hit my nose, and the buds in my stomach jumped for joy. After a minute of arguing, we settled for 365 days.

The memory of him gripping me came rushing back, and I flinched. Even now… it still stung. Swallowing hard, I forced myself out of bed and walked toward my calendar on the wall. My steps felt heavy, like something was weighing me down from the inside. A tired sigh slipped past my lips. Six days. Six days since I arrived in L'impasse des Ombres. That meant I only had thirty-nine days left. Thirty-nine days of this. My eyes lingered on the dates. So much had already happened between me and Demon in just six days.