37 Days Ago Novels & Stories

Ash moves next to her, and strokes her face with the back of a finger, “But now, we need to seem sad. So, I’m going to say something mean, but I’ll take it back as soon as I can.” She raises an eyebrow, “I need to have some time off from sex with you. I just need a little time; we’ve been moving so fast. I mean we’ve only known each other for eleven days.” She nods seriously,

Panic rose in his chest. Right at that moment, the number above his head that was originally fewer than 100 days suddenly flashed eerily, and the number jumped from [89 days, 12 hours, 5 minutes] to [125 days, 7 hours, 30 minutes]. This was the first time the number had actually gone up.

Didn’t ask about it. She stood to leave. “Ms. Voss.” His voice stopped her. “The timeline is firm. Thirty days from first contact. If the file isn’t delivered within that window the offer is withdrawn.” She looked at him steadily. “I’ve never missed a deadline.” “I know,” he said. “That’s why you’re here.” She’d walked out into the October cold feeling almost clean about it. Almost. The money was real. The job was manageable. Danny would be safe by the end of the month and she would be done. Actually done. The last con, the way she’d been promising herself a last con for two years.

They did not make any comments and let Maya continue. "They were there for the past 7 weeks and they left about 4 days ago." I know because I can still smell 33 different scents. It sounds weird, right? "You did not smell anything there, I assumed." Maya said and paused for a minute to savor the food she was eating.

He died saving me. Now I have 30 days to make him love me... or watch him die again."Aria Blake lost everything the night her Alpha mate, Damon Voss, pushed her out of a truck's path and died in her arms. His last words still burn in her soul: _"You are mine. Always."_But fate gave her one cruel chance. A mysterious locket sent her back 10 years... to the day she first met Damon. Now she's 16 again. And he doesn't remember her. Doesn't want her. "You're not my mate, girl. I don't do destiny." His golden eyes are cold. His heart is stone.The locket is ticking: *30:00:00* 30 days. If Damon doesn't fall in love with her before the countdown ends, she'll be sent back to his deathbed... and he'll

"Naomi too." "One woman once went thirteen days without water, though the average is about three. You're tough. I think you can handle another day or two before it gets really serious." I don't answer him. Conserving my energy is more important right now than making conversation with a monster like Frank. He's just playing games anyways. If he allowed it, he could have three or more Warriors just come in here, hold me down, and let them do whatever they wanted with me. But he won't do that. He's purposely waiting for me to give up, because he gets some sick pleasure from this.

"Raze." "Two new recruits cleared vetting this week. Both former military, both clean on background. I want them on probationary rotation before they're given anything that matters." "Agreed. Thirty days minimum." "Thirty days," he said, and didn't push for less, even though I knew he could have argued for less and made it sound reasonable, could have leaned on the fact that we were short-handed at the eastern relay and dressed the shortage up as urgency. He didn't. He'd stopped doing that months ago, somewhere around the time he'd stopped needing to test whether I'd hold a line once I'd drawn it.

Chapter 47: Drunken Apologies ───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 02 - 21 - 2027 ║ ║ Sunday║ (D - 5) Before the Commencement of Olympia's Cup║ Warning : R18+

“Right, we only have fifteen days left to complete thirty days and I know how you must feel about me but that won’t change how I feel about you either.” “I don’t understand Mariano. What do you mean?” I asked confused. “What am trying to say is that, I just want to spend the remain last fifteen days with you alone.” This time, I was totally dumbfounded. I had no idea of what to say to him neither could I think of the words to say. He had sealed off my lips completely. We finished with our dinner and made our exit. Taking the next few steps, the sky began to let down it’s downpour of water. It was accompanied with cold air.

Dr Mason rubs his chin in confusion before he asks me. "What date is it today?" I laugh as I say, "I haven't got a clue doc, I don't know how long I was out for." He chuckles before he says. "Okay then, what date did you go on your last mission?" I reply "27th of April." Noah lets out a gasp as he says, "You went on your last mission on the 17th of July Aiden." I scratch my chin as Dr Mason says. "It seems as though you have some kind of short term memory loss Aiden."