37 Days From Now Novels & Stories

“I know.” Outside, the lake was dark. Inside, the fire was high. 347 days left. No contract. No countdown. Just a throne. Just a war. Just us.

Week thirty-one. Seven days until decision day. May 8th. One week exactly. I wake up to Damien already gone. A note on the pillow: "Had to handle some logistics for next week. Don't worry—nothing's wrong. I love you. See you tonight. -D" Logistics for the proposal. He's planning something. I text him: "You're being mysterious." His response: "You'll find out in seven days. Be patient." Me: "Patience isn't my strong suit."

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.

The man from the other end seemed pleased, “good, everything will be concluded in thirty days” As soon as I ended the call, relief washed over me as I continued staring at the gift box again…just one more month and everything will get better.

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 If the file isn’t delivered within that window the offer is withdrawn.”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.

“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.

“Until we prove ‘just us’ isn’t 3 weeks. It’s always.” _Thump._ “Always,” Adrian said. _Beep. Beep. Beep._ Midnight. My watch. April 27th. Day 22. Not 3 AM. Not fear. Just us.

"Pack some stuffs. I want you to spend a week in here." Right, a week. A seven day vacation I wished would and could last longer. A week is quite a long vacation, actually, but spending it with you feels like a short period of time. Especially, if the plans I wanted to do with you will not fit for seven days. Or perhaps, I'm not really contented with the time you said. Perhaps, I want longer, like years. Perhaps, I just want you to stay beside me. Perhaps... I don't want you to leave after making a short vacation so euphoric. "Are you sure he's here?" Daniel asked as he lowered his head a little, to see outside the window beside me. I looked over my right side as well.

Maha gloated. “Then… have you been given a deadline?” “Within three days. I’ll be taking action on the third day.”