Novel & Cerita 400 Days

He didn't say a word; he just threw the heavy cloth over Noah's shoulders and pulled him hard against his chest, his large arms locking tight. "Then calculate this," Vance muttered against his wet hair. "Calculate how many hours we've been standing on this ridge without a single lawyer knocking on the gate." "Forty-two days," Noah whispered into his neck. "Forty-two days," Vance repeated, his voice deep and rough. "And the world hasn't ended. The foundation is still clearing its transactions, Maya hasn't called an emergency board meeting, and the child is growing. The silence isn't a defect, Noah. It's the baseline."

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

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

she added, rereading the will. "62 days..." I sighed. "What did you say?" Kathe asked. "I'll be 28 in exactly 62 days. I'm single. I have 62 days to get married." "But... with whom?!" Kathe said, as she slumped back into her chair. I was speechless. My mind is racing. "Where am I going to find a man to marry in 62 days?"

Chapter 50 – Looming Storm (Dante POV) The calm lasted exactly four days. Four days of quiet rehab sessions where the physical therapist praised my range of motion like it was a personal victory. Four days of Eli quizzing me on kinesiology flashcards while we ate takeout on the bed orange chicken containers balanced on my lap, him cross-legged at the foot of the mattress, stealing bites from my fork between questions. Four days of late-night make-out sessions that stayed careful because of the sling but still left us both breathless and laughing against each other’s mouths soft giggles muffled against skin, hands careful but hungry, the fairy lights turning every touch golden. Four days wher

"One month. They want you to start at the beginning of February." One month. Thirty days. Four weeks. That's all the time we had left before everything changed.

FIRST-TIME HOST REWARD PACKAGE AVAILABLE. INITIAL TASKS GENERATED. TASK ONE: SECURE CLEAN WATER SOURCE. TASK TWO: ACQUIRE NON-PERISHABLE FOOD. TASK THREE: OBTAIN A DEFENSIVE WEAPON. OUTBREAK WINDOW:89 DAYS REMAINING. Evelyn stared at the number. Eighty-nine days. Her stomach tightened. Three days. Three entire days had vanished. In her first life, the outbreak began ninety-two days after this morning. Not eighty-nine. The difference should have been impossible.

She walked near him and grabbed the pen. “Okay, I’ll sign it then.” Claire signed the contract without rereading it. “Happy now?” And handed him the contract. Vladimir just looked and her and took the contract from her. “Well, that’s good.” He took the pen from her and put it back to his coat. “Oh! I almost forgot to tell you, the contract changed, by the way,” Vladimir said. “I don’t care.” Claire said and continued looking at him sharply. “ You have to live with me for 365 days, Claire.”

I could tell that if I didn’t give him an answer soon, he would lose his cool. I returned my attention to the contract in my hands, reading it carefully, it had rules clearly stated, The rules stated that we would be married for just a hundred days, and during that period, there'd be no form of intimacy between us. We would live in the same house, but In different rooms, almost like strangers. He wanted nothing to do with the Scarlet of a lady. "I'll do it.." I mumbled softly, deciding to take a very big risk. I had no idea who Scarlet was, but they must have made a deal or something, and somehow, he had mistaken me for her, which was somehow a good thing for me.

How could someone be this perfect, despite his arrogant demeanor, he still looked devastatingly handsome. My words were lost somewhere between my lips, and my brain, as I stared at him blankly. I can't even imagine myself falling for him. "You will be paid monthly through out the duration of the contract." "How long is this contract?" I asked, gulping in saliva forcefully. I silently prayed it was going to be for a week, which I had no idea how I was going to survive for that long. He laughed, and it sounded like the Devil himself laughed. There was nothing funny. Was there something on my face? I reached out for my face with my right hand, and found nothing. Then realization struck me! He h