Novel & Cerita 365 Days

196 DAYS I stare at my wall clock as I listen to the non”stop ticking. Since when did that ticking become so deafening? In addition to the clock ticking, I'm starting to feel a twitch in my eye. The clock is getting on my nerves. The rain is coming down outside. That makes me kind of sad. I need it to stop. I need the sun to come back. 196 days.

it’s just different. 46 - days of sadness 13 – full days of despair, not sad, not unhappy, but pure despair!

Then ask him why’ Day ten of thirty Twenty days to go

he said vaguely. “For how long?” My voice was barely above a whisper. “Three hundred and fifty-eight days,” he replied.

Ifenna looked away and didn't say a word. Fifty-five seconds passed. "If seventy-nine thousand, two hundred seconds make up a day," Ifunanya said, staring at the wall," then it means, it will take roughly ten thousand days for about seven hundred and two million seconds to pass. And ten thousand days is almost close to thirty years. So, we can basically say that it will take close to thirty-five years for you to tell my sister that you love her a billion times. And that will only work out if you tell her that you love her every second which is nearly impossible since you must sleep, eat and go to work."

Three hundred sixty scratches on the wall. Five days to go. Brynn carved the line and stared at it for a long time in the dark. Five days. She could count them on one hand. After three hundred sixty, the number felt almost unreal, a thing she'd stopped truly believing in somewhere around the middle months and now had to relearn how to trust.

The palace is intimidating, tall gates, guards everywhere, and walls that scream “you’re trapped.” The driver pulled the car to a stop in front of the mansion. Alpha Jacob stepped out and I did too. He placed his hand on my waist and I quickly tugged it away. He growled silently as if trying to tell me I belong to him. As we walked up the stairs, he leaned in and whispered "From this moment on, this is your home." "For sixty days only." I remind him He scoffed "Sure." It didn’t sound right at all but I have too much going on to worry about this.

I can't believe it. This is a contract marriage? This means that he will let me go after 365 days. "Does that mean that we will get a divorce after 365 days?" I ask and he nods, narrowing his eyes. "If you obey the rules of the contract," he mutters, and a smile creeps into my face. He twitches up his lips and tilts his head to the side. "You haven't asked what the rules are," he mutters and I shrug lightly.

And then I looked up. The building towered above me—glass, steel, and quiet intimidation. It shimmered like money. Cold, distant, impossible money. This… this was going to be my home? For the next 365 days? My stomach turned. I adjusted the strap of my bag, suddenly aware of how ordinary I looked in the reflection of the sleek windows. One hundred days. One hundred days of whatever this was. And somehow, I’d agreed to it. Or… had I?

Does that mean my whole life will be subjected to his estate for the whole year? Rule number Six; You are not permitted to see your father or ask about him while the contract lasts." Reading this, my heart sank. How could he keep my father away from me? I read through again and again and I wished it was all a dream.