365 Dni Novels & Stories

Which meant Michael had had time to— The bracelet, I thought. The bracelet he had put on my wrist six months ago. Simple, silver, beautiful in the way he chose things — understated and precise and exactly right. I had looked at it when he fastened it and thought that it was perfect and hadn't questioned why he was giving it to me because gifts from Michael didn't require explanation. The only thing he told me was that it contained trackers and that he would use it to access my location if I ever got missing. I looked down at my wrist.

Chapter 95: On a good Saturday. Day 32/365 VICKY I woke up with a jolt, my heart was filled with so much joy of a child anticipating santa and christmas present, For a second, I didn’t even know why I felt so energized… then i reached for my calendar to track my dates ,Today was day 32 out of 365. I sat up, reached for my diary, and scribbled in bold letters: “Day 32/365 — I have a plan.”

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.

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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 can't believe it. This is a contract marriage? This means that he will let me go after 365 days. "Does that mean that we will get a divorce after 365 days?" I ask and he nods, narrowing his eyes. "If you obey the rules of the contract," he mutters, and a smile creeps into my face. He twitches up his lips and tilts his head to the side. "You haven't asked what the rules are," he mutters and I shrug lightly.

It could temporarily cut off our link with our wolves and block our memories. "You want to wipe out all traces of me from your mind," I said flatly. I stared at him in a daze. I could feel my wolf trembling like I was. My mate was going to devote himself to keeping another she-wolf company. "No, Melody! It's only for 21 days." Dylan tried to explain himself softly, as if he were trying to coax a pup. "When she's gone, I'll come back. We'll have the bonding ceremony, just like we planned. We're true mates. Our wolves get on so well. They're inseparable."

“I already dismissed those girls from the den. You’ll be the only Luna from now on—I swear.” His voice trembled. He couldn’t even meet my gaze. His words fluttered in the air like fallen leaves—too late to matter now. I shook my head slowly. Then I reached for Lucius’s arm, leaned into him, and looked down at Shawn—just like he once looked down at me. “Shawn, on our seventh anniversary, I said ‘bond-severance’ for the 365th time.” “From the very first time I said it, I decided: if I ever reached 365, I would truly sever the bond.”