36 Days Book Novels & Stories

STELLA I stumble into the house at 3:00 AM. It’s dark and silence is eerie as expected of dawn. I wouldn’t expect active movement so early in the morning. I can’t quite put my finger on it but it is both comforting and unnerving. My head throbs and my blood is heated, being under the influence of alcohol. But the fire in my gut? That’s stone-cold sober. I don’t wait for the sun. I don’t ask for permission. I just clutch that manila envelope, wobbling further into the house. Why does the truth always feel like it's trying to snap your wrist?

It seemed like it had been a long time since I had such an impression, so long that I felt a bit unaccustomed. After crossing the road, I discreetly withdrew my hand. The next morning, I packed my things and got ready to go to work. Ayden suggested taking me to work. "I will take you there." Stayed up late because of his strange behavior yesterday, and now I was racing against time to catch the subway for my morning commute, with no time for second thoughts as I was ready to get in the car. The moment I opened the passenger seat door, a sweet, sugary scent rushed out.

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."

It felt like he was holding on to the last moments with me. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I was hungry but I couldn't eat until the next morning. I ran my hand through Min's hair and offered him the comfort I hadn't been able to offer him for days now. I was so happy to have him in my life. He had helped me complete my bucket list and the last year and two months had been amazing. The doctor said I had three hundred and sixty-five days but I had stayed alive for sixty days after that. I wouldn't exchange those sixty days for anything in my life. I had found my people. I got married, I fell in love and I felt love again, from my parents, my friends, and Min. I never had those bef

“You need time. Let your body recover.” “No, you don’t understand. I don’t have time,” she rushed, her voice trembling as she blinked rapidly, eyes fixed on Nathan in desperation. “I can’t let my brothers win. They will ruin my father’s legacy. You have to tell him to find a way for me to walk.” Nathan gave a short nod and turned to the doctor. “What can you do?” “If she still had her wolf, she would already be on her feet,” the doctor replied calmly. “But even a miracle worker can’t heal legs in seconds. The fastest I can manage… is two days.”

The only words that rang in my head were the four months left before Carla turned twenty. Taking my phone off the nightstand, I checked the calendar. For the exact time left for me. Four months was just my wild guess. Seconds of scrolling through the calendar gave me what I was searching for. The exact time left. Three months and a few weeks. 118 days left. If I was being precise. Returning my phone to the nightstand, I shut my eyes for a little sleep. But the time left rang in my ears. 118 days. I had just 118 days to win my mate.

It was dark and still when Lucas woke in his bedroom. The covers were like warm clouds, and he was engulfed. He didn’t want to get out of bed, but knew that he had quite the day ahead of him. After a few minutes of debating with himself, Lucas rose from his bed with the covers still wrapped around him and walked over to the window. This was a moment he wanted to soak in. He absorbed the chill radiating from the hard floor, and allowed the warmth of the covers to spread through his body. The sun was starting to peak up from the horizon, and the smell of coffee was looming from the automatic coffee maker in the kitchen. Lucas particularly enjoys sun rises more than sun sets, he believes the be

Millie says digging through her bag. “Alright,” I say looking back out the window and watching little ants of people walking around. An hour later Millie leaves for her first meeting looking like a sexy little businesswoman. I’m exhausted from the early morning flight so I turn off all the lights, close the shades of the windows, and tuck myself into the stiff bed. Normally I’d complain about a stiff mattress but it’s doing wonders for my tense back. I read another chapter of my sexy, filthy erotic novel and close my eyes to dreamland.

Elena’s POV “I’m keeping the portrait.” Dominic’s tone is flat, giving no room for argument. It's a command, not a request. Yup, this is a part of him I skipped during the introduction. “Fine,” I shrug. I can always draw a new one so there’s no need to beg. “You can have it—” “365 days.” He cuts me off, eyes feasting on my body. “You’ll be my secretary.” I pause, confused.

And today I learned engaged feels like Day 1 but warmer. Day 1 I cried. Day 204 I cried too. But different tears. Day 1 tears: scared. Day 204 tears: safe. We are not closing book. We are writing new chapter. With straight lights. And $22. And ring. And balcony. And forever.