400 Days Novels & Stories

The intense pain has me biting hard on my tongue to stifle the groans threatening to spill over my lips. Damn it. It's a lot worse than the last. I roll on my back, wrapping my arms around my stomach. Hah....it hurts. It hurts too much. Lying on the bare snow, the cold drilled into my bones, numbing some part of the pain. Hah—exactly how long will I have to bear this? Will I even be able to last the thirty days like this?

“You know something about me.” He said nothing. “You knew I was afraid yesterday.” His eyes didn't move. “You knew I was angry today.” Still nothing. “And you keep looking at me like you're waiting for me to remember something.” His gaze sharpened. My heartbeat stumbled. I hadn't meant to say that last part. But the second it left my mouth, I knew I'd hit something. “What am I supposed to remember?” I asked. Luca slowly placed the glass down. “You ask too many questions.”

RAMON 60 Days. 60 Days To make her fall Inlove. To marry her. And then finally, To kill her. The boss assigned me to her. She was my fifth assignment. And then I met her, and she was so fucking beautiful. So fucking perfect. Her dark eyes, her massive dark hair, her curves, her flawless skin... And I was supposed to kill her? I knew this was going to be hard. But what I didn't know, is how hard I would fall for her as each day passed.

“Until June 2nd.” “49 days,” I said. Hand in his. 72 BPM. “Until we do what?” “Until we prove it,” Adrian said. Turned. Faced me. Dark. But I could see him. Always could. “That Chapter 50 wasn’t 3 weeks. That it was a promise. That ‘just us. Still’ means 49 days. And 490 days. And 3 AM. And 3 PM. And always.” _Thump._ “Okay,” I said. “Day 7. We start proving it.”

I hoped beyond hope. "No Cáel," Rachel patted my head. "Forty-nine more days." I fell on my back, thankful that the goggles and my eyelids dampened the light of the deadly Orb. "Forty-nine more days?" I wept. "I'm not going to make it." "Huh...I thought the forty-nine days was for us?" Priya grappled with the injustice. "It is," Rachel snickered. "But, while he craves the sensual touch of our bodies, he's around guardians all day long and Aya crawls onto his chest and sleeps there all night. He's got five more days here with no hope of release."

He had a lot of people to write to. data-p-id=8a7ab20ec0ab3262ce329c7dcb399a4e,style=text-align:left;,*** data-p-id=14da9fa5d5bffe76714efa73d166289c,Five days. data-p-id=eab4dd15aafad84892e28d81f9e30fcc,Five days of waiting.

Pressed her forehead against the cool mirror. Three hundred and forty-four days left. She was so screwed. And the worst part? Deep down, where she refused to look, she was starting to wish this wasn't pretend

"That's what I want. The adjudicator is the cost of the forty days." I stood up and moved away from the bed because sitting still wasn't working. I went to the window and stood with my back to him and pressed my fingers against the cold glass and thought about it properly. Forty days was significant. Forty days was more herbs sourced and more cover maintained and more time to build something stronger than what we currently had. But an adjudicator. Someone trained specifically to look at bond pairs and find the truth in them. "What if they see something?" I said. "Then we manage it."

“How long do I have?” I buttoned my suit jacket, took one last sip of my drink, and rose to my feet. For a moment, I let the silence stretch between us, hoping to rattle him. But Iscan never fidgeted. He was stone. “Fourteen days,” I said simply. “Fourteen days is a short time,” he countered dryly, his eyes narrowing. “See it this way, Iscan.” I leaned forward, planting my palm flat on the table so I could meet him closer, eye to eye. “In fourteen days, you get to remove your biggest enemy and take the position you’ve been waiting for all these years.”

he said vaguely. “For how long?” My voice was barely above a whisper. “Three hundred and fifty-eight days,” he replied.