36 Days Book Novels & Stories

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 67 -Elaine- The following day was my day off. It used to feel like something out of a cozy dream. I wake up slowly, coffee in my favorite chipped mug. A lazy morning before heading to Duncan’s house to spend time with the kids or they’d pile into my place, bringing noise, cartoons, and the smell of cereal and crayons. Those were the kind of days I lived for. Days that made everything else trauma, loneliness, and fear feel so far away. But that was before she came back.

"Can't we just cuddle all day? It's quite cold today. It's nice to just stay here." "No. We have to complete the six days because tomorrow, we are going to make the scrapbook and photo albums." For memories, you said. As much as I don't want to overthink especially at this morning when I just woke up, I couldn't help, but hint the suspiciousness. But at the end of the day, just like what happened on the past few days when I was on the same state, I still chose to push the doubts aside because I am scared to find out.

Thus she had worked hard everyday just to fulfilled her promise, moreover she had prayed to God always to help her fulfilled her promise. Yet upon all her tenacity and hardworking, all her relentless seems not to be working at all, that she almost gave up everything. But who knew that, all her prayers will be answered in a grand style like this, now she had a certificate, she is about to became an Entrepreneur, and finally she found Love, which above all was her greatest achievement, everything happened within just Eight days. Bisola nod her head, she picked up her phone which was beside her on the bed, she checked the time again, and it was just five minute to twelve midnight.

“I understand more than you think. Life has a way of knocking people down when they least expect it.” For a second, something almost human crossed his face. Then it was gone. “So… Can you give me sixty days?” I asked, hope flickering even though I knew it was stupid. “I can do better than that,” he said. “I have a proposition for you.” I blinked. “A… what?”

Everytime she closed her eyes, she imagined her mother's voice, the bills piling up, and Romeo's voice saying, "Then we begin tommorow. Tomorrow was now today. At exactly 8am, a knock came at the door. She opened it to find a tall man man in a blacksuit- no expression, no greeting. He handed her a sealed black envelope and walked away without a word. She stared at the evelope like it might explode. Inside was the contract. Temporary Matrimony Agreement- twelve pages of precise, cold languages. Her name was printed on every page, binding her to a world she didn't belong in. "Marriage shall last exactly 365 days." "No physical intimacy unless both parties agree". Violation of discretion will r

Yet, I could barely recognize the girl staring back at me. Three hundred and fifty-eight days. That’s how long he would be gone. He promised to mark me when he returned. I shouldn’t worry. Everything would be alright. It had to be. ~~~ Hours later, I stepped out of the room, wandering aimlessly through the grand halls of the Darkwood estate. The air was thick with the scent of fresh roses and lavender, the marble floors gleaming under the light of crystal chandeliers. Maids bowed as I passed, but their deference felt hollow. None of this felt real.

it's the other way round. every girl deserves to be treated with respect. Boys kinda deserves to suffer." "geez! in that case I'm done reading your book. how can I read the book of a writer who is biased. because of some baseless mentality." He said. Her mood dropped at once. They was silence for a while. Why was he arguing with her over such trivial thing? She thought. "But... why was I even arguing with you. We are both wrong. people are bad and good and it has nothing to do with gender. okay!

Bianca When I opened my eyes, it was morning. My legs and hips felt out of place and I dragged my sore body around on the bed. My wrists and ankles were bruised and painful. Will this be my life for the next 365 days? I blinked hard looking at the ceiling. I am nothing but a prisoner and a sex toy… there is no escaping from this... I had signed the contract the previous day and it was gone. I lay there feeling broken and used, with just a little energy to start the day.

Everything was immaculate and comfortable, but there was zero privacy: no locks on the doors, shared bathrooms and communal dining. The first few days were hard. I spent them in this strange fog as my body adjusted to the antidepressants, barely able to see straight and just wanting to put my head down and sleep. Instead, I was attending one-on-one sessions with David each morning and then group sessions in the afternoons, being encouraged to explore my feelings and expose my emotions to complete strangers. Some days I just felt like dying all over again, but slowly things started to get better. I learnt that talking actually helped. And getting angry wasn’t always a bad thing. And confronti

He won't let me off; he just said he would ruin me more if I dared. He offered a proposal, a proposal that I'm scared of accepting. He will help me drag the wedding for sixty days, and throughout those times I will be his and his alone. I only intended to stay here for a month; that was before I found out I was getting married to Damon. Now it has been extended. Sixty days is apparently two months; that's enough time on my side. Enough time to prove to my family how much of a scumbag he is and enough time to torture Damon.