Novel & Cerita 365 Days Book 1 In English

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 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.

So sometimes the tastes of some foods make me want to throw up. For example, I didn't like the beetroot juice, it's awful. But unfortunately I have to drink it, sometimes I also drink some tea. I let out a sigh and look at some books on the shelf. There are so many books, it's hard to choose. I scan the shelves and see the title of the book, 365 days. "Hmm, is that good?" ''I pick up the book and see the synopsis on the cover. Laura is a sales director who embarks on a trip to Sicily to save her relationship. There, she meets Massimo, a member of the Sicilian mafia, who kidnaps her and gives her 365 days to fall in love with him.

he begged softly still knocking at her door. The door wrenched open revealing Faye, he walked straight into her room. A suitcase was casually standing close to where she stood with her hands crossed on eachother as she await his move, everywhere was quiet there was no music and the TV was off. There was no life in the apartment despite the heavy downpour and loud rumbling thunder outside, the weather was freezing cold but not as cold as the thick ice around Daylan.

//Chandra Margaret// I immediately put all the snack that I prepared for the boys. My hands are shaking a bit as I go to the living room. There is three boys in total. I dare not to look in their faces. "H-here is the food." I clear my throat. Even my voice is shaking. The boy in the single sofa look at me. He's reading a book in his hand. I know that book! It's Our dawn is hotter than day. A book about two people who keep their night busy while sleeping in the daylight.

Written by: Jesudamilola Abiola✍️ Genre: Erotic, trilling romance and suspense 👙Katrina POV👙💋 “What? 250 days? 12 hours per day? Do you want to kill me? Do you want me to live my whole day having sex? When will I have a time of my own??” I flared He smirked “Why would I kill you? Well, if you don’t want it like that, reduce the amount and I’ll reduce the days;” he said

"She mumbled with her teary eyes as she look at him, he just stare at her with emotionless look.She came all the way here just to hear his judgement , insulting words? Her tears fall down and she quickly wipe it. She looked at him with anger and pain in her eyes. BOOK 2 365 DAYS OF LOVE AND HATE LINK- https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/21000002260 PREVIEW *Daily update*"lets see your hate for me wins or my love for you wins ""This 365 days will a hell for you my love ""This 365 days will be haven for my husband " preview " Put your clothes on and get out. " He said coldly making tears formed in her eyes. " , are you serious? he stop and face her with his poker face.

AUTHOR’S NOTE Hello, Dearest Reader, I want to be accountable and upload this book as many times as I should, but for the next fourteen days, I will be busy with an important project and program. So that I do not have to overburden myself with work, I ask that you accept one chapter a day for the next fourteen days, and then I will make it up to you as much as I can.

Like 271 days was boring. Like home was obvious. _Thump._ *3:00 PM. [SFX: CLOCK. THEN NONE. THEN SEVEN.]* Living room. Not fireplace. Not _COURT_ box. Burned 265 days ago. Just us. Seven. Me. Floor. February. Chest. Sleeping. 3 PM. On time. Adrian. Next to me. 59 BPM. Head on my shoulder. Alex. Other side. Book. Reading. To her. _The House That Was Just Home._ Page 1. “Once upon a time there was a house that was not a court…”

NORA I used the whole day to read books that I bought while traveling back and some time spent on business related stuffs. A lot of people had been having network issues and stuff, which I tried resolving from here because it’s weekend and all bankers are out to relax, so I did it myself without disturbing anyone. “Mi lady, the car is ready!” A knock came in on my door with my dad’s driver’s voice. “Alright, I’m coming,” I glanced at myself one last time in the mirror before grabbing my phone and purse and heading out.