365 Dni Novels & Stories

I slightly relax. “Hello Onda, I’m Brian but my friends call me Burly.” As they should. He holds out his hand and I stare the hand the size of my head for a second before shaking it. “Can you believe that she’s been here even longer than me? She’s been on her own for a few years.”

“Don’t fall in love with me.” I almost laughed. “Don’t worry. I hate you already.” That made him look up. And for the first time, his smile was real. Sharp. Dangerous. “We’ll see,” he murmured. “Day one starts now.” Outside, the rain had stopped. But I was still cold. 365 days. To pay a debt I didn’t owe. To a man who collected souls like interest. To survive. I didn’t know it yet, but the clock had already started ticking. And Alessandro De Santis never lost a bet.

the doctor says to us “Her wolf has been healing her already. I can see accelerated healing patches, especially when we did an x ray. We can see they’ve cut bits of her bones as well and most of them have already grown back. Not something she can do without a wolf. Especially not in 6 weeks and some of these wounds were fairly fresh.” “But no one in her family got their wolf before 18” my dad said frowning. “She is Beta Daria and Warrior Davies's daughter and they didn't get theirs until 18. I was there for both so that's It's impossible” June looks a little like she is smirking at this point. “Yeah, not so much” she says cryptically. “What do you mean?” I ask

The palace is intimidating, tall gates, guards everywhere, and walls that scream “you’re trapped.” The driver pulled the car to a stop in front of the mansion. Alpha Jacob stepped out and I did too. He placed his hand on my waist and I quickly tugged it away. He growled silently as if trying to tell me I belong to him. As we walked up the stairs, he leaned in and whispered "From this moment on, this is your home." "For sixty days only." I remind him He scoffed "Sure." It didn’t sound right at all but I have too much going on to worry about this.

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?

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