365 Days Part 2 Book English Novelas e Histórias

I prayed. The End Book 2, coming Next Week. F#c#bo%k page: A.K.Knight Inst@gr@m: athan941

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Don't make me expose the real you! I stopped reading his texts and deleted all of them. Then, I blocked his number. A couple of nurses came in to change my bandages. They didn't seem to notice my face and just kept talking like nothing was wrong. "Did you see the news online? It looks like Dr. Sutton's wife is causing trouble again! It's wild. Two women with the same name, but their lives are nothing alike. None of this would have happened if Mrs. Sutton were even half as nice as Ms. Brooks."

BIANCA WHITMORE The following morning, my frame remains fully luxuriating in the warm embrace of deep sleep until the sun climbs high above the sector gates. Extending a heavy, sluggish arm across the sheets, my fingers snatch my communication pad, eager to audit my daily traffic metrics on the pack boards. However, my heart immediately drops straight into my guts as my eyes encounter a massive avalanche of vicious, hostile condemnation waiting on every digital board. Total, suffocating confusion clouds my brain. How could my pristine alpha reputation take such a sudden, catastrophic dive into the dirt across a single watch? Just yesterday, the entire territory held my name in maximum regard

So sometimes the tastes of some foods make me want to throw up. For example, I didn't like the beetroot juice, it's awful. But unfortunately I have to drink it, sometimes I also drink some tea. I let out a sigh and look at some books on the shelf. There are so many books, it's hard to choose. I scan the shelves and see the title of the book, 365 days. "Hmm, is that good?" ''I pick up the book and see the synopsis on the cover. Laura is a sales director who embarks on a trip to Sicily to save her relationship. There, she meets Massimo, a member of the Sicilian mafia, who kidnaps her and gives her 365 days to fall in love with him.

And then I looked up. The building towered above me—glass, steel, and quiet intimidation. It shimmered like money. Cold, distant, impossible money. This… this was going to be my home? For the next 365 days? My stomach turned. I adjusted the strap of my bag, suddenly aware of how ordinary I looked in the reflection of the sleek windows. One hundred days. One hundred days of whatever this was. And somehow, I’d agreed to it. Or… had I?

I stand up and follow her up the stairs, staring at his back, which is turned to me. The woman leads me silently until we get to a white door. She twits the knob and steps aside, waving me in. I gulp hard and walk in, shuddering as the door slams shut behind me. I simply sprint for the bed, not bothering to check out the interior of the bedroom. I lay there for hours, feeling weak to get up and take a shower. With all the catastrophes that have taken place, I still wonder how I am still living. I wonder if I will ever be able to survive these 365 days. I wonder if Jesse will survive it.

* I stood there until my breathing evened out and my hands stopped shaking and the hot flush of the confrontation cooled off enough that I could think clearly again. Then I pushed off the wall and started walking toward the east wing. Back to my room. Back to whatever was left of this morning. Back to figuring out how to exist in this house for another day without accidentally setting off every landmine it seemed to contain. *One day,* I told myself, turning the corner toward the east wing corridor. *You just have to get through one day at a time.* The door to my room was exactly as I'd left it — slightly open, light on inside.

He reached back in and brought out a box which he opened for me to see the largest, juiciest, most decadent chocolate-covered strawberries a girl could imagine. Thinking back on that day, it really ought to have been the best day ever. But there were so many more days to come—word of advice: never sell yourself short on your best day ever. Keep looking for that next best day and living for the future rather than reliving the past as your only good day. I still had a wedding to plan for and a whole life with this adorable, loving, romantic man.

She parted her mouth and not less than a second, he covered it with his own. The End. * * * Or so it seems. *** Author's Note: Hello my dear readers, thank you for reading this book and for supporting me. Book 2 of this book is entitled, I Crave for You, and will be available on July 2020 here in Goodnovel. Take care and be safe.