Novel & Cerita 365 Days

A week, a month max. ***

“Besides, I want to spend the rest of this day with you. Just the two of us. I don’t stay in the mansion for a whole day often, so I’ll make the most of it.” I held my breath as my heart raced. I avoided his gaze and searched for a movie while trying to suppress the smile that threatened to appear on my lips. I like it when Stephen becomes so cheesy and affectionate. But it also made me nervous. I continued searching until something caught my eye. “365 Days. What the hell? Is that even an action movie?” he asked in confusion. I grinned. “Yeah.” “Are you sure? The cover says otherwise,” he said skeptically.

Unknown time until everything changes. The countdown has begun.

FIRST-TIME HOST REWARD PACKAGE AVAILABLE. INITIAL TASKS GENERATED. TASK ONE: SECURE CLEAN WATER SOURCE. TASK TWO: ACQUIRE NON-PERISHABLE FOOD. TASK THREE: OBTAIN A DEFENSIVE WEAPON. OUTBREAK WINDOW:89 DAYS REMAINING. Evelyn stared at the number. Eighty-nine days. Her stomach tightened. Three days. Three entire days had vanished. In her first life, the outbreak began ninety-two days after this morning. Not eighty-nine. The difference should have been impossible.

she added, rereading the will. "62 days..." I sighed. "What did you say?" Kathe asked. "I'll be 28 in exactly 62 days. I'm single. I have 62 days to get married." "But... with whom?!" Kathe said, as she slumped back into her chair. I was speechless. My mind is racing. "Where am I going to find a man to marry in 62 days?"

For the first time in a long while, the world didn’t feel so painfully suffocating. Thirty days. Just thirty days, and I would be completely free from this hell.

“I already dismissed those girls from the den. You’ll be the only Luna from now on—I swear.” His voice trembled. He couldn’t even meet my gaze. His words fluttered in the air like fallen leaves—too late to matter now. I shook my head slowly. Then I reached for Lucius’s arm, leaned into him, and looked down at Shawn—just like he once looked down at me. “Shawn, on our seventh anniversary, I said ‘bond-severance’ for the 365th time.” “From the very first time I said it, I decided: if I ever reached 365, I would truly sever the bond.”

"I pay attention to patterns. So are you?" Kyle looks at me and I look at him. How do you explain to a five-year-old? "Because people need time to figure things out," I finally say. "How much time?" "I don't know." "A day? A week? A month? A year?" "Maybe longer than that." Madison speaks up softly. "A year is forever." "It's not forever," Ethan corrects automatically. "It's three hundred and sixty-five days. Or three hundred and sixty-six in a leap year."