37 Days In Weeks Novels & Stories

"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.

I finally answer. Seven more weeks. We only have seven weeks to go. But seven weeks can be a long time if your mate is slowly losing her mind.

Day 7 Another day. 23 days left. Patima woke up with a big grin on her face. Today is Sunday, they all plan to go to Church later, at 9 in the morning. She quickly gets up on her bed to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She then walks out of her bedroom after. She marathoned down the stairs and to the kitchen. "Patima, you look happy today" the said girl looked at the dining area and rolled her eyes.

He was a very strict man and God knows if he’ll take the task lightly with me. “Amanda Ezeh… You’ll be going to Mr Richard Okafor's mansion to get his finger print on an important project we’re working on and you have only 7days to do that . Go home and pack your bags… Your ride will be here in 10 minutes ” The cocky old man said and got back to what he was doing. i still couldn’t believe what I just heard. I’ll be spending 7Days in the almighty Richard Okafor at his mansion all alone!!

The feeling coursing through me is warm, and peaceful overwhelmingly affectionate towards this little gummy bear's beating heart. “162 beats per minute, that's a lovely number for the seven to eight-week mark,” Nina says squeezing my arm with excitement on my behalf. “Woah, woah, woah!” I say in complete shock. “Seven to eight weeks?! How?!” I demand. Nina stops what she’s doing for a second to explain to me that two weeks are added in a pregnancy and that the gestational age of the baby is actually five to six weeks so I guess that makes sense? I don’t know it’s all so confusing I need to do an all-nighter googling all of this.

This time, I did not cry as I stared at Brody’s face. All I felt was uncontrollable hate. How dare he? He had worked together with Rose and deceived me for two whole years! Whenever I cried because of his betrayal every seven days, was he pleased with himself? He plugged in the pen drive for me with great care. However, I did not move even after a long time had passed. Brody placed his hand over my wrist and said in a gentle, charming voice, “Don’t be scared. I’ll watch it with you.”

"He thinks he’s the best player in this game. He doesn't realize he’s the one who hired the person who’s going to destroy him." ​He walked over to the island and sat between them. He looked at the pages Danny had been annotating. ​"Three months," Scarlett said. ​"Ninety days," Xavier corrected. "And we’re going to use every second of them.”

His message read as, "Ms. Esha Varnav. You need not come to work tomorrow. You can resume your work from Monday. Your new working days will be from Monday to Saturday w.e.f from next week till September 30th. Thank you! Have a great Sunday." WHAT!? "WHAT DID I JUST SEE RIGHT NOW! WHAT THE HELL? WHAT DO HE MEAN BY THIS?" "It means you have to work seven days in a week" Dua said "There is only seven days in a week" I look at Dua.

I said. "Three to seven days," he said. The bond was warm. The function was warm. The ordinary extraordinary days. Almost there.