365 Days Of Love Novels & Stories

“You can make it up to me tonight.” “I can’t,” he replied, and my brows furrowed. “Can’t?” I repeated, my voice tinged with confusion. “Listen, love,” he began, his tone soft but firm, “I promise I’ll make it up to you when I come back.” “Come back?” The words felt like a punch to my chest. “Where are you going?” “I’m heading to the human realm. There are… things I need to take care of,” he said vaguely. “For how long?” My voice was barely above a whisper. “Three hundred and fifty-eight days,” he replied.

He released her and walked away, his laughter a dark, low sound that echoed in the glass room. Valentina watched him go, her hand trembling as she touched her stomach. "364 days left," she whispered to the empty room. "364 days to burn it all down.”

Didn’t look back fully. “I’m patient, Lara. But I don’t have unlimited time.” His voice had gone flat and cold. “Sixty days. That’s what you get. Sixty days to stop fighting this, accept your role in this game, and give me an heir.” I opened my mouth to counter him. He didn’t let me speak. “Or I take what I want anyway. Your choice.” The bathroom door closed behind him with a soft click that somehow felt louder than a slam. I stood there shaking. Glass glittered across the floor. Powder streaked the front of my dress. Tiny shards stuck to the bottoms of my feet, but I didn’t care enough to move yet.

His face buried in the crook of her neck, his voice deep and low. “Are you certain about this?” “Yes,” she said flatly. “Give me an heir, and I’ll ensure you’re taken care of for life.” She reached for a folded document on the bedside table and laid it out before him. Echo traced his finger along the crisp edges. “A contract… 365 days?” He looked up at her reflection. “Why this term?” “I just finalized my divorce. My parents will push for me to remarry soon—they haven’t said it yet, but I see it in their eyes. I won’t be tied to another useless, arrogant womanizer ever again.”

"Seamus, you'll get into Harland, and you'll find your best friend there. You'll find friends who will still gather for holidays even after more than a decade down the line. You'll find someone you'll spend the rest of your life with. "You don't know her yet in your timeline, but she'll stick with you all the way. You'll have an adorable baby together. She'll accept all your little flaws and stand ardently by your side. If you need something, she'll get it for you even if it's in the middle of the night. She'll even take you on that outing you wanted, even though it was just a spur-of-the-moment idea for you. Don't you worry, Seamus. Everything you're worried about won't happen. Every day wi

Alessandro De Santis didn’t shake. “Say it,” he ordered. “Say you understand.” “I understand,” I whispered. He kissed me. Hard. Desperate. Not possessive this time. Terrified. When he broke away, his forehead rested against mine. “351 days,” he said. “And you’re already killing for me.” “It was for you,” I said. “Not for the contract.” His eyes closed. Like I’d shot him after all. We drove home in silence. In my room, the dress went in the fireplace. Daria didn’t ask why. She just handed me a new note.

I’ll make you want me, I will make you beg for me He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting hers. “I won’t lock you up. But don’t provoke me.” He stood, giving her space. Turned away. “You have three hundred and sixty-five days,” he said. “One year. I’ll do anything. Buy you the moon if that’s what it takes. And if you don’t fall in love with me by your next birthday, I’ll set you free.” Emily stood up. She didn’t think. Just ran. Straight for the door.

"Let it cool down a bit before you drink it. It's a little hot," Levi said, sitting on the edge of the bed while holding my hand. "Are you still mad at me?" he asked, squeezing my fingers. "I swear I only did it because I thought Belinda looked pitiful. You're the only one in my heart." I looked at him. Did he really mean that? I then looked at the numbers above his head. [198 days, 10 hours, 20 minutes.]

On our wedding night, my new wife casually proposed an open marriage. "I'm pregnant. From now on, I'll spend Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays with Finley, and Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays at home." I forced myself to steady my trembling body and looked up at her. "When did this start?" "When you introduced us. We fell in love at first sight." A faint smile played at the corners of her lips. "The moment I met him, I finally understood what real passion felt like. With you, it was just familiarity after all these years. "By then, the news of our families' marriage alliance had already gone public. I figured I'd just settle for you and make the best of it. Then I found out I was pre

"And when the sun rises, we will still be here, our love like a phoenix, reborn from the ashes of doubt." As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of rose and gold, they didn't stop. They danced on, their love a burning torch against the fading darkness, a promise whispered on the wind. They were Davien and Hera, Alpha and Beta, lovers against the world, and their dance was a defiant ode to their forbidden love, a love that would defy even the moonlit whispers of fate.