365 Days Part 2 Novels & Stories

“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.

​Be careful who you trust. ​She looked at the door to the locked room, where the only man she trusted was currently planning a war. She picked up the coffee she made hours ago and drank from it. It was cold now, but she didn't mind. She had work to do. And in the ninety days of Richard Blackwell's destruction, she was going to be the most dangerous thing he never saw coming..

" Finally, I turned around. I looked at the broken man kneeling before me—hollow, wasted, nothing like the person he used to be—and I laughed bitterly. "Dan, do you know how many days I begged you? Twenty-eight. "The doctor called you himself. He told you her condition was critical. He told you there was no more time. "And what were you doing? You were enjoying the ocean with Valerie and Theo. Chasing the Northern Lights. Checking off one wish after another for someone else's son.

When Ben woke up, he was in his room back at the villa and the sun was high in the sky. Feeling very tired like he had not just woken up from sleep, he wondered why his alarm didn't wake him up only to discover that he had slept for 2 days as his last conscious day was on a Saturday while the alarm clock read "MONDAY ; 12:53 PM."

# Day 22 I want you to rot in hell. I want to choke you to death. And I think of thousands of ways to kill you. And at the end I realise this is not me. I don't want to be this, What have you done to me, Agustin? I am loosing my mind. I never wanted to be what I have become, I don't know myself anymore. ........................................................ # Day 23

data-p-id=27c321c0573ae33ffb10a9603b2a112e,****** The next day. data-p-id=ed2fd59a332bb15f49f64266cc43b215,It's finally Saturday and this has to be the most annoying Saturday of my life. I already packed my bags with things I’d need for my two weeks stay over at the McCain's mansion.

WARNING! SMUT AHEAD! The verdict has been delivered, though delayed. As Zane stands paralyzed by the door for a moment, his heart pounds with rage and disbelief. Couple’s business? He wants to laugh. What partner endangers the life of his significant other, not once or twice but many times? He turns from the door, his hard eyes sweeping the room with unfocused gaze. He takes slow strides to the living room table. Snatching up his phone, he scrolls through news headlines and social feeds, frantically trying to ignore Kiki who’s eyes never leave his hunched framed.

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?

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.