365 Days Novels & Stories

Each time Axel still didn’t respond. “Nearly a week.” Axel finally spoke. “Enough with the dramatics.” I said, feeling annoyed at the way he was dragging things out. “How many days exactly?” “I think about six days.” Axel said, skipping the long dramatic silence this time. Six days. The two words echoed through my head as if I was listening to a broken record player. If it has been six days, then I was on the verge of being replaced as Alpha. Though that wasn’t what bothered me.

The lycan grunts. I look around to see everyone’s attention on me. I smile awkwardly at them before I sit back on the chair. "Why?" I question them "It’s just for 182 days." He says calmly. I glare at him wondering if he’s okay, 182 days? I won’t even agree if it’s just for a week. "Just for 182 days? You make it sound like it’s no big deal." I say "Because it’s not a big deal." He says

Not 177 days. 24 hours until two hundred enhanced children were activated simultaneously. 24 hours until the world changed forever. 24 hours to save them all. Or lose everything.

“You need time. Let your body recover.” “No, you don’t understand. I don’t have time,” she rushed, her voice trembling as she blinked rapidly, eyes fixed on Nathan in desperation. “I can’t let my brothers win. They will ruin my father’s legacy. You have to tell him to find a way for me to walk.” Nathan gave a short nod and turned to the doctor. “What can you do?” “If she still had her wolf, she would already be on her feet,” the doctor replied calmly. “But even a miracle worker can’t heal legs in seconds. The fastest I can manage… is two days.”

Keith said in conclusion as he rose to his feet. "Oh, I'm also taking Jennabeth along." I hope y'all had a great read. Thank you for reading "Sixty Days With You." It truly had been sixty days with y'all. To read more of my books, check out the new MM Romance book I recently released titled ' KILLIAN'S GAME.' You'd love it and I promise it's a happy ending!!

It was dark and still when Lucas woke in his bedroom. The covers were like warm clouds, and he was engulfed. He didn’t want to get out of bed, but knew that he had quite the day ahead of him. After a few minutes of debating with himself, Lucas rose from his bed with the covers still wrapped around him and walked over to the window. This was a moment he wanted to soak in. He absorbed the chill radiating from the hard floor, and allowed the warmth of the covers to spread through his body. The sun was starting to peak up from the horizon, and the smell of coffee was looming from the automatic coffee maker in the kitchen. Lucas particularly enjoys sun rises more than sun sets, he believes the be

"Can't we just cuddle all day? It's quite cold today. It's nice to just stay here." "No. We have to complete the six days because tomorrow, we are going to make the scrapbook and photo albums." For memories, you said. As much as I don't want to overthink especially at this morning when I just woke up, I couldn't help, but hint the suspiciousness. But at the end of the day, just like what happened on the past few days when I was on the same state, I still chose to push the doubts aside because I am scared to find out.

I explained. "Woah that's so interesting." Jane squealed. "A day is 30 hours long and we have 8 days a week." "Let me guess you have a day in-between Saturday and Sunday." She laughed. "That is correct, that day is called Hawud. This means extra in English." I replied as we entered the atmosphere.

Remington I stared at Linda, “are you serious, Rochelle hasn’t spoken to you in how long?” I’m sure she’s exaggerating, she and Roe were thick as thieves, best friends one never moved without the other knowing. Her hands cradled her cup as she stared out the window, “It’s been 366 days to be exact, not one text message, not one phone call, it’s like she just forgot all about me, like our friendship didn’t mean a thing to her.” I watched her eyes fill with unshed tears as she spoke.

He walked back toward her slowly, the glass in hand. “But I’m going to change that.” She narrowed her eyes. “What do you mean?” Tyler crouched again, setting the water down beside her. “I’m giving you sixty days,” he said, as if he were offering her a vacation. Anna blinked. “Sixty... what?” “Sixty days,” he repeated. “To fall in love with me.” The silence that followed was ice-cold. And then Anna laughed. Not a happy laugh — but a sharp, bitter, broken laugh.