365 Days Novels & Stories

"One month. They want you to start at the beginning of February." One month. Thirty days. Four weeks. That's all the time we had left before everything changed.

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"

Miles supplied. I sighed. “It better be a positive update,” “I hope so. Tomorrow is the 50th day.” Miles said. “We don’t have time.” The 50th day? I didn’t even realize. I stopped checking the calendar because it made me panic as hell. Halfway toward the deadline and still, we remain trapped.

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 would prefer to talk to June until her short attention span remembers my bald head. "How many classes a month?" I asked June. "Maybe fifteen to thirty," she said. "That's almost every day," I pointed out. "He really has no romantic bone and I think he needs as much rebranding as he can get," June said. I couldn't even tell if she was being serious or just saying, but she did look really serious. After a while of talking about her husband and his inability to be romantic, she went back to asking if I was a monk.

Apart from the fact that British footballer, Ian Wright was born today, there was also something special about the third day of November. It was sunday. The day the “Holy Bible said God rested after creating the world in a period of six days. I try not to imagine the normal seven days I know: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. It is insane if you try to imagine that.

Of course, because of jealousy. “Good morning, my lady.” A smile crept on my lips. We haven’t talked for two days straight because I was busy with Nicholai. An activity in her school is coming soon. Nicholai was so excited about it while I’m here, problematic. The activity is Family Day and I don’t know if I should invite Nicholas as our daughter’s father or let Edward do it. They both have the rights but I know, they are both selfishly wanting to own Nicholai as their daughter.

“Anything.” "You shall go back into the world of the living, a year before the coming of your death. You will have 365 days to settle the score on what you have lost, to unearth what is yet to be unraveled, and to take what is rightfully yours. However, your time is up on the day of your death. You must come back to me, at all costs.”

He said as calmly as possible. "Nic–" He held his palm up to me. "You don't need to say anything. Because I was gone for 302 days, you get to do anything you want. I understand you." Nicholas said. "What? 302 days? That's almost a year," I didn't know what he was talking about. He has just been gone for barely six days. "You lost count of when I have been missing. I never expected you to." The coldness in his words sent shivers down my spine.

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.