37 Days Ago Mga Nobela at Kwento

"One month. They want you to start at the beginning of February." One month. Thirty days. Four weeks. That's all the time we had left before everything changed.

The rain pours down heavily on us. The universe is weeping. Weeping for losing such an innocent cute little angel. Marisa died yesterday. Her death crushed Ramon. I have never seen a man weep so hard. It was so bad I started crying too. I couldn't help it. It's her memorial service today.

No more making myself small. She stood up. She turned to Cass. How much time did I just lose? He was quiet. Tell me. The shift was almost full. The fight. The healing. He took a breath. Two weeks. Maybe more. She touched her temple. The grey streak was wider. Her hair felt brittle. Three hundred and thirty-seven days left, she said. Cass nodded. Her mother made a sound like a wounded animal. Three hundred and thirty-seven days, Regina repeated. That's all you have?

It was rumored that it was the place where true mates during ancient times would travel to together. As for my wolf, I knew she hadn't disappeared or been sealed away. She was just temporarily in a deep sleep. I continued to study and do experiments, and my days were mundane and uneventful. However, occasionally during experiments, I would feel a sudden pain in my chest. Tears would slide down my cheeks and drip off my chin. I shook my head briskly and continued working. Since I had forgotten it all, it didn't matter. … 21 days later, my phone suddenly began vibrating wildly.

Then Theo said, very slowly, "Thirty days." "Yes." "As in one month." "That is what thirty days means, yes." He stared at me. I stared back at him. He looked down at his notepad, wrote something, looked back up at me. "Okay," he said, in the voice of a man who had decided he was simply not going to process this information right now and would deal with it at a later time. Kate raised her hand like we were in a classroom. "Ma'am, when you say thirty days, do you mean thirty days from today specifically or is that like a general ballpark kind of thirty?"

said the Robot that was in the corner “Oh thank God! What date is today?” I asked quickly, getting up to sit down on the bed. “August 9th” answered the Robot “Oh, Heck nooo, this is 3rd July,” I said quietly Then I saw a cleaner nearby and asked her about the date, and she said also on 9th August. That’s when I realized that it was the truth. I spent 37 days in the induced coma! The next day, after being checked again, they allowed me to go home.

I set it down carefully, my full attention on the phone. "When?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. "Thirty days from today. October twentieth." The kitchen seemed to tilt slightly. I gripped the edge of the counter. "Thirty days," I repeated, the words not quite processing. Braham's head snapped up from his laptop, his eyes locking onto mine with sudden intensity.

I have been really sick from the past week, and even now I haven't been completely fine, but I will try to update next on Tuesday. Till the next adios

All her life she had been nothing but a prey - a weakling. How would it feel to just be in the spotlight, to be looked and seen as something more than just a wolfless Werewolf? She straightened her spine and looked Erix dead in the eye, “what are you offering?” “300 days.” He Said quickly as if he was waiting for or expecting the question, “Just 300 days where we will offer you ultimate protection - no one would dare come close to you - while building you to be strong enough to protect yourself. 300 days.”

“It's about to be a long day...” With my smile still in place, I shook my head at his ignorance. Why are men like this? He placed his hand on my thigh, as he often did when I was driving. His hand was warm, and gently slid between my thighs, where it rested. “Why did you offer to go?” He then let out a loud lazy groan. “Do you even know what day it is?” I asked him. “Wednesday.” He responded, casually. “It's the 28th of Feb, babe...”