365 Days Part 2 Novels & Stories

In truth, I had already moved out. Levi waited outside my apartment every day, but I stayed inside. I needed rest, especially after donating bone marrow twice in five years. The surgeries had taken a toll on my body. Levi kept sending flowers and food, but I just threw everything away. Even so, he did not stop. I could not take it anymore, so I finally went down one evening to confront him. Levi's eyes lit up when he saw me. "Caitlyn, you're finally willing to see me!"

We left her office as the afternoon light faded into evening, and I found myself unusually quiet on the drive home, turning over everything we'd assembled, every person who'd trusted us enough to hand over pieces of themselves they'd protected for years, some of them for longer than I'd been alive. Back at the penthouse, Damian poured two glasses of wine we barely touched, both of us too tired and too full of anticipation to do much beyond sit together on the couch, the city lights spread out below the windows like something steady in a world that had felt anything but lately. "Two days," he said quietly. "Until the video unlocks." "How are you feeling about it?"

“ Me before you,“ though it ended in sadness. Zanger groaned. “ Can't we watch, queen of the south? There is a little romance in it. “ “ Don’t start with me, babe,” I argued back. “If you get on my nerves, we will watch 365 days.” “ I can’t object to that.... can I?” Zander smirked and I wanted to slap that smirk off his handsome face. Damn that sexy man! Zander walked to the door, when a knock echoed in the room, rolling back in with a tray of all my favorites. I did a happy dance when the smell of pizza hit my nose, and the buds in my stomach jumped for joy. After a minute of arguing, we settled for 365 days.

Day 2~ 5 and half hour - 12;12 and quarter - 3 and half; 4 - 6; 6 and three quarter- 8 and three quarter Day 3 ~ 5 and half hour - 12; 12 and quarter - 3 and half; 4 - 5 and half; 6 - 8 and three quarter Day 4 ~ 6 – 12; 12 and quarter - 3 and quarter; 3 and three quarter - 5 and three quarter; 6 – 8 and half hour;9-11. Day 5 ~ 6 – 12; 12 and quarter – 4 and quarter; 4 and half - 5 and half; 6 - 8. Jack’s looked at the times and summed it up; He scribbled 70 at the bottom. “Love don’t kill yourself like this. I will work hard.” Jack spoke with a heartache as he ran his fingers through her long hair. “Not hard. We will work together.” Mira smiled as she fell asleep.

I've heard the stories that Grayson takes a girl to the movies and then leaves without her because he got so into the film he forgot she existed. "Whatever, we will watch you run when it gets awkward," Zade chuckles, and they leave. "Well, come on, un-pause the film," he glances at the screen as I do. “365 Days? Sounds more like an end-of-the-world film than romance,” he chuckles and gets comfy as the film begins. I relax and forget about him. I watch the film, and I'm drawn in instantly. I do well not to look at Grayson or remember him for a while.

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In less than twenty one days to be exact. No, she is ready to fight and take in the arctic cold chilling her bones. In just less than Twenty One Days, she won't be able to have her husband all to herself but she is ready to fight for the love she wasted and she will do that In Twenty One Days and that is her vow before her head hit the pillow. She cuddled her daughter and fell into a dreamless sleep willing her mind to dream about a way to have her husband and she did. She was so anxious that she couldn't sleep well so she stood up to execute her plan.

I said, my voice quiet. “I know what kind of woman stands in the middle of a ballroom and doesn’t cry,” he replied. “I know what kind of woman builds something from the ground up only to have it ripped from her hands. So I know you enough to know that you want to bring the bastard to his knees.” I swallowed hard. “Why one hundred and nine days?” His lips curved slightly. “Because that’s exactly how long it took him to break you.” I looked away without a word. I knew he was right but I didn't want to accept

“You still have your sense of humor right?” “Speaking of the curse, we have 21 days left,” I turned away. “It’s the 79th day today,” Miles pointed out. I turned to him. “I know and we’d better not talk about it,” He sighed and hugged me more tightly. “If you say so,” then he slowly shut his eyes and fell asleep, his body, limping against mine. The fever was broken.

He stood outside with roses in his hand and apologized to me in the same words, every day. "Lara. I swear I will never see Maya again. "I will not claim her baby. Take everything in my name. Let's start over." I looked at the man. The fixation in his eyes had only one place to go. In the moment he had decided not to save me and the baby, he had been every bit this decisive. The cheapness of him now matched it. I shut the door in his face. He did not stop. He sent flowers every day. He shipped gifts. He camped outside my office.