365 Days Part 2 Novels & Stories

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

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.

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He is way too mature for you,' I chastised myself quietly, rubbing my temples furiously. "Why don't we try this one?" I sighed, looking at the poster, which had a woman lying beneath a man in an intimate position. The movie's name was 365 Days; there was nothing interesting about it, but the poster had my curiosity piquing. When he finally turned, he blatantly looked at me from my chest down to my exposed legs.

But at least this cage has an exit date. Twenty-three days. We can survive twenty-three days. We've survived worse. Together. Always together.

Behind her he stood on the pavement and watched her go and felt the particular sensation of something so precisely right that the only response was to hold completely still and let it be exactly what it was. His phone buzzed. He looked at the screen. A message from Vivienne. James found something today. In our father’s research notes. Something that was not in the notebook you gave us. A pause. It is not bad. But it is significant. Another pause. Can we meet tomorrow. He looked at the message. Then at the street where Sera had just disappeared around the corner. Twenty-two days. And the story, which had seemed at several points to be arriving at its conclusion, opened one more door.

with as much sass as possible. He snorted and said "Be ready babe, your 48 hours starts at 8 tomorrow! I hope you are all set to have a wild time" I could feel him smirking before the line got disconnected. Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? phew! I asked myself while getting out of the store and fanning my face. I couldn't stop my giddiness now. I can't wait for tomorrow!

It had been two days since the blind date and today was my first day as a resident in global health, and I couldn't be happier. I sat on my bed while going through the text messages from the girls. Ashlyn was first. 'Happy first day of work. Then it was Pheobe. 'Have a happy first day of work, something tells me today is gonna be a great day... I mean who knows what wonderful thing could happen today? I knew Pheobe was a very optimistic person but whenever she was this optimistic there had to be more to it.

“What’s Ben got this time?” “2067 G wagon.” he replied between chewing, crumpling the burrito wrapper. “That was delicious, thank you. I’m gonna change then we’ll head out.” He kissed Emma and went back to his bedroom. Lucas kept a meticulously clean apartment. It was well decorated with beautiful pieces of furniture, that complimented each other well, and abstract yet gorgeous paintings and sculptures. The sun, still on a steady rise, only made the apartment feel more beautiful and alive. Lucas admired this beauty on many mornings, sometimes with Emma and sometimes without, but that beauty left his mind this morning when the holo-screen buzzed.

The following days unfolded like the slow uncoiling of a long-held breath. Each morning began with the rhythm of hammers striking metal, the murmur of voices planning, building, dreaming. The sound has replaced gunfire. The scent of fresh wood and smoke replaced the bitter tang of blood and ashes. Jessica woke before sunshine, always. She would stand at the edge of camp, watching the light spill across the horizon the same light she once feared she'd never see again. Every dawn reminded her that they survived something impossible. That they were still here.