37 Days Ago Novels & Stories

“How long was I out?” “Three days.” “What???!!!”

Rule 3: 90 days. Rule 3: Gone. End

On the day after my twin brother, Jonathan Sander's death, I've married Natania Gilmore, my widowed sister-in-law. That day, Natania prints a thousand copies of Jonathan's death report and announces to the world that I'm the actual killer. Because of that, everyone despises me. Even my parents sever all ties with me on the spot. After our marriage, Natania keeps getting into romantic scandals. She's also brought countless men home with her. She makes me stand outside her room while listening to their debauchery every time. I'm also required to take photos of her and her boytoy with my camera once they are done with their lovemaking. I can only stomach everything quietly. My only plea is

"Exactly how long have I been out?" Alessandro is holding my hand and just staring at me as Fedele turns to look at him. Three weeks have passed since you fell unconscious, baby. Alessandro softly informs me. I gulp and turn to face the wall that is behind him. Thirty days? Are you for real? Can it get any worse for me?

“If you can give it in less than thirty days, I’ll add a hundred thousand for each day remaining. One month, Leo.” He then ended the call and went down to join his friends for breakfast.

I turned to look at him and we had a little conversation. The chritmas holidays were over and we had had ou little wedding starting the new year perfectly but now it was time to talk. "Tomorrow's the seventh day of January," I muttered. "It is. How is it already the seventh? The days are moving so fast," Min said and turned back to look at the ceiling. I moved closer to him and hugged his chest. "Min," i muttered. He looked at me for a brief second and looked back at the ceiling. "What are you plans for tomorrow?" i asked him.

Three days. Then the Alpha King's ball would begin.

Bisola began to laugh unnecessarily. The previous Eight day was the best day of her entire life, because everything about her life changed completely during the past Eight day, her life took a total turned from just an Orphan to someone who found Love, and also about to became an Entrepreneur. Bisola smiled again and looked up in the air.

--- **Thirty Days Later** Lia was in the nursery, folding tiny clothes, when her phone rang. Unknown number. Her stomach dropped. Julian? But he was supposed to be in the facility for ninety days minimum. She answered. "Hello?" "Mrs. Nero?" A woman's voice. Professional. "This is Meadowbrook Recovery Center. I'm calling about Julian Ashford." "Is he okay?" "He's fine. He completed our thirty-day intensive program and has been discharged." "Thirty days? I thought it was ninety minimum?" "It was his choice. He felt he'd made significant progress and wanted to transition to outpatient care."

seemed to be no longer waiting for him in the same place! Two years. More than seven hundred days and nights.... Was it really too late?