365 Day Book Novels & Stories

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

Day 13 "Mark! How's everything going?" Dylan ran to MJ’s direction as soon as the Watanabe’s house's door opened. It's currently 10 in the morning, they plan to go out with Bea which the girl agreed with. They never really thought that she'll agree as soon as possible because being a CEO is a hard job. Have many papers to sign, meetings to attend, and of course, visiting sites of the company's projects. They never really know what BNVTR Companies do so they ask Bea, to which the girl responds with a very sweet smile on her face.

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

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POV Millie It’s here. The dreaded day of June 22nd has arrived like it does every year. I’ll get the sympathy texts from family like I do every anniversary. It’s bittersweet to receive the messages because I know it’s coming from a loving place but on the other hand, I’m the one that took my mom's life, it's sad and humiliating through and through. June 22nd is always the same routine, I cry myself to sleep the night before, wake up absolutely distraught like the event happened only hours ago, and play every minute of the day in my mind the same way it did that day. I go into self-destruction mode and watch the clock remembering what I was doing at that exact moment. For example, it’s curren

Chapter 95: On a good Saturday. Day 32/365 VICKY I woke up with a jolt, my heart was filled with so much joy of a child anticipating santa and christmas present, For a second, I didn’t even know why I felt so energized… then i reached for my calendar to track my dates ,Today was day 32 out of 365. I sat up, reached for my diary, and scribbled in bold letters: “Day 32/365 — I have a plan.”

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

His face buried in the crook of her neck, his voice deep and low. “Are you certain about this?” “Yes,” she said flatly. “Give me an heir, and I’ll ensure you’re taken care of for life.” She reached for a folded document on the bedside table and laid it out before him. Echo traced his finger along the crisp edges. “A contract… 365 days?” He looked up at her reflection. “Why this term?” “I just finalized my divorce. My parents will push for me to remarry soon—they haven’t said it yet, but I see it in their eyes. I won’t be tied to another useless, arrogant womanizer ever again.”

ELENA Anxiety bubbled beneath my skin. I was anxious. So anxious it was making me feel dizzy at the proximity between us. The receptionist glanced at me. A small, unpleased look on her face. I couldn't fathom her thoughts as she typed into the keyboard. Dominic had made reservations. This business meeting was a whole week, and yet I could bet this receptionist thought I was some sugar baby of his. A stack of erotic novels sat on top of a small bookshelf.

I didn't make a joke. I didn't even breathe properly. Because for the first time since I came to this mansion— I was beginning to wonder if Luca De Santis wasn't the most dangerous person inside it.