Romans & histoires 365 Days

Caleb’s offer felt like the only straightforward thing in my life right now, even though it was a totally bad idea. “I… I don’t know,” I said, looking away. “I have to think about it.” He nodded, not pushing. “Take your time. The offer stands. Text me if you need anything. Even if it’s just to talk.” He gave me one last small smile and walked away, leaving me standing there with my thoughts spinning. I started walking back toward the penthouse, my feet moving on autopilot. The campus paths were busy with students heading to afternoon classes, but I barely noticed them. My mind kept replaying the sponsor’s words. Twenty-four hours. Pack your things. Return the keys.

she said. “The sixty days,” he said. “You asked for sixty days to leave properly. With your name intact and the truth on the table.” He paused. “The truth is on the table. Your name is intact. Twenty-nine days remain.” He looked at her steadily. “What do you want to do with them.” She held his gaze. What did she want. She thought about standing in a kitchen four days ago holding a cooling coffee meant for a man who never looked up. She thought about sixty days asked for not to save a marriage but to leave it with dignity. She thought about her mother’s letter. About forward. About putting it down and living.

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.”

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

Ava whispered back to him. Derrick watched the two whisper words to each other and could only smile. "You really do not remember me?" Derrick asked again. "You look familiar but I do not remember where I have seen you before," Ava said trembling. This man is extremely handsome and tall. He has excellent features. God is really unfair! "Okay, I will give you one week to remember where and how we first met," Derrick said. "One week?" Ava asked, surprised. "Is he giving her orders from the first time that they meet?" Ava glared at Derrick.

This time. Why can't she just see me being happy and smiling? I know you have doubts on her. But please don't hurt her because of me. Her vulnerable side kept appearing in front of my eyes. I wish I can be there. ~ Day 1. Day 2. Day 3. ... Day 9. Day 10. ... Day 25. Day 26. ... Now It's been a month already, counting days. Where is she? How is she? Is everything okay?

Days interval --- A few days had passed since Emma's return from Skylar's concert. She had confined herself to her new house, seated by the edge of a tranquil pool, where the sparkling water shimmered in the warm Italian sun. She couldn't help but feel a pang of homesickness, her eyes reflecting the longing in her gaze. Her usual vibrant spirit seemed to have dimmed, replaced by a hint of melancholy.

To the innocent two who had no idea about a thing or two, their world is about to be turned into a 360 degree. ‘My mind works great wonder 365 days a year, 7 days a week, and 24 hours a day until I met you.’ -----Anonymous-----

1: I’m Dying Day 1/365 Days VICKY "Your heart is very weak, and despite treatment, we’re afraid you may only have about 365 days left." These were the words that made my world stop. What was I going to do now? My husband wouldn't take this news well...Williams wouldn't take this news well.

Then, the kiss – a fleeting touch, a brand of possession, a silent acknowledgment of their precarious arrangement. Uno's words, a low murmur against her lips, were a cruel twist of fate: "Let's keep this 365-day marriage our secret. And don't worry, kissing you is the least I'll do." The veiled threat, the raw power in his voice, sent a shiver down her spine.