365 Days Part 2 Book English Novels & Stories

--- *Chapter 60: "Day 21"* *Timeline: April 26th, 2022. 5:59 AM. Malibu Beach House.* *[SFX: SILENCE. THEN COFFEE. THEN 3 WEEKS. THEN US.]* *5:59 AM. [SFX: COFFEE. THEN BREATH. THEN NOT 3.]* No alarm. Day 21. We don’t need alarms anymore. 5:59 AM. Coffee machine. Kitchen. _Gurgle. Hiss._

STELLA I sit in the cramped airplane seat, staring out the window at nothing in particular. The flight back to our home country feels like being stuffed in a casket and tossed over the ocean. Zane sits right by me, his knuckles white against the cover of a book. He’s trying to act nonchalant. To hide the protective energy radiating off him. I’m not falling for it. Beside him, Kiki glares at me spitefully. Her gaze is frozen on the side of my face. I ignore them both, spending hours watching the sun fade into a bruised sunset.

Bianca When I opened my eyes, it was morning. My legs and hips felt out of place and I dragged my sore body around on the bed. My wrists and ankles were bruised and painful. Will this be my life for the next 365 days? I blinked hard looking at the ceiling. I am nothing but a prisoner and a sex toy… there is no escaping from this... I had signed the contract the previous day and it was gone. I lay there feeling broken and used, with just a little energy to start the day.

It was rumored that it was the place where true mates during ancient times would travel to together. As for my wolf, I knew she hadn't disappeared or been sealed away. She was just temporarily in a deep sleep. I continued to study and do experiments, and my days were mundane and uneventful. However, occasionally during experiments, I would feel a sudden pain in my chest. Tears would slide down my cheeks and drip off my chin. I shook my head briskly and continued working. Since I had forgotten it all, it didn't matter. … 21 days later, my phone suddenly began vibrating wildly.

-------------------- Upstairs, Emily sat on the bare floor, allowing the warm water spraying from the shower hit her body, still scared and in disbelief of what has happened over the past 24 hours. She stood up with almost the last strength she had left, walked to the room, threw a robe and that was when she decided, whatever this is? she’s not giving up, she won’t be cajunned to stay here. She opened the door, this time it wasn’t locked. Maybe Lothaire had thought she wouldn’t try to escape, well he must be an actual joke. “ I’ll keep trying to escape for 365 days” He doesn’t know me yet. He’s in for a long ride

"W-Where are we going? And why are we going to be gone for three days? Can you explain this to me, Uno?" "Did you forget that I told you, once you recovered, we would go back to Isla Paraiso?" Uno said, causing Manuela to frown. "I remember that, but what are we going to do in Isla Paraiso?" "To have you there without anyone to disturb us," Uno replied, confusing Manuela. "What? Wait, I don't understand you." "You'll understand once we arrive at Isla Paraiso, so hang in there. I won't make you cry again this time, but maybe you'll be in tears tonight," Uno said with a meaningful smile, leaving Manuela still unable to understand what Uno was saying.

POV Millie It’s here. The dreaded day of June 22nd has arrived like it does every year. I’ll get the sympathy texts from family like I do every anniversary. It’s bittersweet to receive the messages because I know it’s coming from a loving place but on the other hand, I’m the one that took my mom's life, it's sad and humiliating through and through. June 22nd is always the same routine, I cry myself to sleep the night before, wake up absolutely distraught like the event happened only hours ago, and play every minute of the day in my mind the same way it did that day. I go into self-destruction mode and watch the clock remembering what I was doing at that exact moment. For example, it’s curren

This is what I’m talking about. My heart skips a beat. I try to close my eyes, but instead, I end up straining them on the pouch of his pants… His big cock that has his fly thickened! Holy hell! I strain harder, wishing to map out the rough skin, the veins I can't get off my head, those long feisty lines running down the thickest cock I’ve ever seen! Oh, god! I can't. 365 days will ruin me! My toes are suddenly sweaty. They curl at their own will.

Why do I feel disappointed. We begin eating . Everything deliciously made. The rest of the day , we spend it just like we used to. She doesn't make any move on me nor does she say any words. I don't know if this is the Amy I want or the other Amy. I wonder how this is going to go on. *** Hello, Good morning to you all. Hope you are all okay. Thanks so much for reading my book. Continue supporting me.