400 Days Novels & Stories

"Forty-seven more days." "Forty-seven more days," I confirmed.

"But what if she doesn't wake up? What if... what if I lose her?" Andrea pulled her closer, enveloping her in a comforting embrace. "Listen to me, babe. I know it's hard, but we can't lose hope. Your mother is a fighter, and she has so much love and strength within her. We have to believe that she'll pull through this." Tears streamed down her face, her voice filled with anguish. "I just wish I could hear her voice, see her smile again. It feels like an eternity since she last woke up, for God's sake Andrea, it's been over twenty four hours."

Eliza's POV Four months. One hundred and twenty-seven days since Scott was led away in handcuffs. One hundred and twenty-seven nights of sleeping in a bed that felt increasingly like mine, in an apartment that had stopped being temporary somewhere along the way. One hundred and twenty-seven mornings of waking up to coffee already brewed and Adam already working, because he rose before dawn and filled the silence with purpose.

“Sir! It’s no good! The company’s website has been hacked. The main page is covered with the tagline, ‘Eason Smith, the Jerk’! “Three main partners have sent over their termination letters. The stock price plunged 30% in just half a day!” I didn’t get the chance to respond. The doctor then sent me an urgent message. “Mr. Smith! The baby's oxygen level has dropped to thirty-five, and he is struggling to breathe. You guys must come for a blood donation now! If not, nothing can save him!” I turned around and looked at Susan. I begged her, saying, “Susan, Lucas is dying! He’s also your flesh and blood! I beg you, please. Can you go and rescue him?”

Then she closed the document, locked her screen, and sat for one more minute in the diminished light of a room that had no idea, still, what it was about to become. She had eighteen days. She had been planning for four years. She still could not figure out how to say it out loud.

I gasped, my head thumping back against the door as he increased the pace. Raze leaned in, his lips crashing against mine in a kiss that tasted of salt and possessiveness. It wasn't a request but a reclamation. While his tongue invaded my mouth, his fingers worked relentlessly inside me, and his hand tightened in my hair, pulling just enough to keep me arched perfectly against his hand. “1,095 days,” he muttered into the kiss, his voice jagged. “I waited 1,095 days for you to come home, and you dare walk back here with another man’s ring on your finger?”

I drained the scotch in one burning gulp. 730 days. I could do this. I had to. Even if it destroyed me in the process.

The only words that rang in my head were the four months left before Carla turned twenty. Taking my phone off the nightstand, I checked the calendar. For the exact time left for me. Four months was just my wild guess. Seconds of scrolling through the calendar gave me what I was searching for. The exact time left. Three months and a few weeks. 118 days left. If I was being precise. Returning my phone to the nightstand, I shut my eyes for a little sleep. But the time left rang in my ears. 118 days. I had just 118 days to win my mate.

Not once. Four days. I closed my eyes. Four days was going to be a long time.

Tyson reminded. “Come on, you can’t give up an opportunity like this for mindblowing sex”! Chance mumbled, while teasing Dr. Tyson in the same process. “Besides, we won’t be having less sex, we will be having the same sex, just less frequently.” Dr. Tyson could feel Chance smirking on the other end. “We have like twenty one days left.” “Twenty.” Dr. Tyson corrected. “No, it’s twenty one.” Chance retorted. “Why do you think it’s twenty”?