365 Days Of Love Novels & Stories

I love. He’s startled and gets back on his knees but doesn’t seem to even care if i pull the trigger or not at this point. “Do not touch me,” I spit out. “Millie…” Julian says. I point the gun to Julian now and Steph’s eyes grow wide with worry, “Shut the fuck up Julian, you are just as much in the wrong as he is, you knew about this.” I say with fury. I lower my arms and take the clip out of the gun. I toss the gun and magazine, safely to the side. “Millie, baby, please don’t do this, please I’m begging you don’t go. I really do love you, I love you so fucking much.” X begs. I don’t pay him any mind. “I’m done here,” I say and turn my back. He once again holds onto my hand

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!!

I handled data instead and focused on staying healthy until I gave birth. For the next two to three months, Edwin and the others tried desperately to reach me. But I had joined a top-secret government project. Without my permission, no one could contact me. It wasn't until after I gave birth that I heard from a friend what Edwin had done. He'd gone crazy, trying to track down every friend I had, just to find a way to reach me. But I felt nothing. Maybe Edwin really did love me. But from the moment he got close to me for Kelsey's sake and used me, that love was already tainted.

Both hoping six weeks would be enough. Before New York. Before Vincent. Before everything changed again. Six weeks of peace. Six weeks of love. Six weeks to be happy. Before the darkness came back

Sera agreed. "The point," Isla said, "is that you're in love with him, and something happened in the elevator, and you've been here thirty-seven days building something that was supposed to have a fixed endpoint and no longer does." She held Sera's gaze. "I need to know you've thought about what happens at day sixty." "The sixty days is already irrelevant," Sera said.

“I checked the locks three times last night. I watched the monitor until 4 AM. I jumped when Bear barked at a squirrel. So no. Not okay.” “Good,” Susan said. Nodded. “If you were okay Day 7, I’d worry. Day 7 is for checking locks. Day 30 is for forgetting. Day 56 is for—” “Day 56 is for court,” Adrian said. Walking over. Leaning into frame. Isla on his hip. Sauce kiss on his cheek. “June 2nd.” “Day 56 is for winning,” Susan said. Hard. “Then Day 57 is for forgetting. Deal?”

As they lost themselves in each other, the only thing that mattered was the heartbeat of their child and the promise of a tomorrow that didn't involve any more blood—only love. "365 days," Lorenzo murmured into the heat of her skin. "No," Elena replied, arching her back as his hands worked their magic. "Forever." END

It was adorned with 1,095 pearls and 1,095 sapphires. Suddenly, I remembered what Vincent had said back then. “1,095 days—that’s how long we’ve been in love. A person only has a little over thirty thousand days in a lifetime, but Christine, I hope that you and I can love each other for more than three years.” At that moment, Elena sent another message.

He whispered Fair enough I thought. After the photoshoot, we were forced to do an I*******m Live from the penthouse. Sitting on the couch together, his arm around my shoulders, answering fan questions while pretending we were madly in love. One question hit hard: “When did you know you loved each other?” Declan answered smoothly, “The night in Vegas. When we stopped fighting and started seeing each other.” I wanted to throw up. Later that night, tension hit in the penthouse. We were stuck making dinner together again another sponsor request for ‘Domestic couple content.’

“I only expect you to give this marriage one honest chance.” After a long silence, he gave a small nod. “Sixty days,” he said. “Not one day more.” He turned and walked toward the door. "Don't get your hopes up," he said without looking back. "Because this marriage? It was never real. And it never will be." The door clicked shut behind him. She sank to her knees and sobbed. Sixty days. She had sixty days to save her marriage. To make a man who'd never loved her fall in love.