37 Days From Now Novels & Stories

"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.

Due to the severity of the situation, the school decided to extend her suspension by another month and give her an official demerit. … The next week was unbelievably peaceful. Without Matthias and Evelyn around to bother me, and with Derrick's sharp, straightforward guidance, it felt like my brain, which had been unused for years, suddenly broke free and started working at full speed. So, I was not as hopeless as Matthias had said. If I actually tried, I could learn. The next time I saw Matthias was a week later. He looked much more worn out than before, with dark circles under his eyes. Being stuck at home because of his relationship probably had not been easy.

Adia was staring at the L on her necklace. Kael took her hand again. Laced their fingers. “Tomorrow the headlines will be worse,” he said. “Then they’ll get bored and find someone else.” “And us?” Adia asked. Her voice was small. Kael looked at her. Really looked. “Us don’t have an expiration date anymore. Not if you don’t want it to.” Day 28. The leak was out. The claim was made in front of the entire city. Rule 3: 90 days.

"Not up to 3 days, I don't think it's even up to 2 days." An impish grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "2 days doesn't seem much. We've been here for 2 weeks now and we'll leave here soon in the next 3 to 4 days to look for the gem. It's going to be the crimson moon soon and that's the perfect time to strike."

"Oh my god! I have been trying to get a reservation there for me and Jordan. It's impossible without a three month wait." "George's father is friends with the owner. Just let me know when you want to go, and I'll set it up." "Seriously! You're amazing!" "It pays to have a best friend with connections." I laugh and then finish off my drink before motioning for the check. Trinity and I say our goodbyes and confirm our last-minute fittings and bridesmaid's brunch for the next day, and I head home to get washed and ready for my dinner with George. I drop my keys in the basket at the entrance, leave my water bottle and mat in the kitchen, and head to the master closet where I strip and head to th

Dead on impact. The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye. When I came back, it was already dark. I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting. But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window— Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side. Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.

I wouldn’t be so sure, she murmured back. “The wedding date,” Valen said then. My thoughts snapped back to him, ignoring my wolf. “Will be set for 60 days from now.” Wait. Just sixty days?

I took the last sip and rose. "Alright Ma'am, is there anything else?" The manager asked. "Oh and one more thing, also add, the bills for everything that was broken tonight, the spilled food, drinks, the dry cleaning, scratch that, the replacement of her dress, and her psychological damage fee, to his bills." "Ma'am?" The manager asked, seriously confused about my order. "I want the receipt to be delivered with my wine on Monday. Is that okay with you, Sebastian?" I looked at him and he nodded.

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.

* *But we need your commitment by December 20th. *That's three weeks. After that, the offer expires permanently.* *We believe in you. We want you back. But we can't wait forever.* *Let us know.* *Marcus* Three weeks. Twenty-one days to decide if I was staying in Chicago for a woman who wouldn't talk to me. Or going to Australia for the career I'd always wanted. I read the email again. Then again. December 20th. Three weeks from today. My phone buzzed.