365 Days Novels & Stories

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?"

"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."

Rebekah agreed. "Can you girls stop it already," Pheobe voiced as she slumped in the chair. "I'm turning twenty-six with no love life and my life is as boring as fuck, my parents see it fit to always forget their daughter's birthday, and right now all I want to do is dance the night away, and be celebrated, so please, we will only be staying for five minutes, besides I know one close by, just down the road " Pheobe relayed, gulping down some more of the wine.

We had each other to conquer each new obstacle and not a worry in the world as we dozed off together. This was truly the best day ever! I couldn't wait for the next one, and I knew with this man beside me I would have many more to come. For six years, it had been one best day after another. Nothing would hold us back from enjoying what life had to give. This was the beginning of so many more amazing things to come. I knew it wouldn't be easy but with George and I side by side, anything was possible.

We reached the east wing. Two guards stood outside a room. One of them opened the door. Inside, a man sat tied to a chair. His face was bruised, but he was conscious. He lifted his head when we entered. His eyes immediately found Luca. Then moved to me. His expression changed. He stared at me for several seconds. Then whispered, “She's alive.” I froze. Luca stepped in front of me. “Who are you?” The man laughed weakly. “I've been waiting twenty years to see her.”

She explains. A week. That is seven days. Adding to the days remaining before the royal hunt which begins this week Saturday it makes it almost twelve days. Twelve days minus the twenty days I have left and that is eight days remaining. Eight days is not enough. "What time is it?" Ruby stands up, looking out of the window. I follow her gaze and realize that the sun is already up. "it's noon—or almost noon I guess." "Then let's go." "Go where?

“I know.” Outside, the lake was dark. Inside, the fire was high. 347 days left. No contract. No countdown. Just a throne. Just a war. Just us.

she added and Aria had a confused expression. “This is ridiculous. Why will Aria be getting married?” Aiden asked and they were quiet. “But… but Dalvin’s words to me weren't like I am his wife or something. He told me he needs my help and I will spend 365 days with him.” Aria said and Alessa frowned but Bryan’s face lit up. “Just 365 days? Then that’s good,” he said and Alessa gave him a look. “No, it's not. For him to want to spend just a year with her means he wants to make her life hell. And if he needs her help then it means he wants her to… “

I said. "Three to seven days," he said. The bond was warm. The function was warm. The ordinary extraordinary days. Almost there.

It looks like a tattoo… and it raises questions too, but it’s good enough to conceal the mark, so the question is less dangerous. Done, I let my hair fall over my shoulders and pace for a minute. Somehow, I’m too curious to know why she’s here, and against the voice in my head, I walk out of my room, footsteps as silent as a graveyard. Their voices slowly filter to life… they’re having quite an argument that I can’t fully grasp. Something about… I pull closer, not so much so that neither of them sees me perched on the stairs. “Three days, Kailey.” Dominic groans and pushes his seat backward, causing the legs to angrily scrape on the shiny floors. “Three days. That’s all you’ve got to be here