Novel & Cerita 400 Days

“Twenty thousand for two months, plus an extra four for you.” “Nice,” Biggy said as he looked inside the envelopes. “My next visit will be the last. I’ll be bringing the rest of the money. Bring a bag,” Sasha said. “Four million?” Biggy asked. “Yeah.” Biggy bent his neck sideway. “What have you gotten your hands into, Shortcake?” He smirked lifted an eyebrow. “See you later, Biggy,” Sasha said as she turned around to leave. Outside, she got back into the car and exhaled. A huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders, and in a few weeks, she’d be even lighter. Five years of been tied to this place was coming to an end.

Forty-four days. I wrote the number in my notebook, stared at it, and told myself it was still enough time to remember what I was doing here and why, even though I was becoming less certain that was true.

The pain in his chest was real. The thirty days were almost over. And everything was becoming more complicated.

Camila's POV Monday mornings usually begin with coffee but today begins with a number. Forty. I stop in the hallway outside the kitchen, staring at the calendar Mrs. Harper keeps pinned to the wall. Someone has circled the contract's final day in red ink weeks ago, and beneath today's date, my eyes automatically count the squares that remain. Forty days. Only forty. The number settles in my chest like a stone. "Morning." Alejandro's voice makes me jump.

Lyra’s POV The Kane hated me for taking their real daughter’s place, so after they found her, they turned me into a scapegoat for something their real daughter did wrong and locked me away in an asylum. I thought I was finally free the day I was released—but they found me again, smiling as they claimed I was actually their true daughter after all. Eight hundred and forty-two days. That’s how long it had been since I last stood outside without someone watching me, waiting to drag me back inside and force more of those bitter pills down my throat.

"Forty days. Maybe fifty." He looked north. The morning sky was pale and cold and very clear. "Then we have forty days," he said. "Yes," I said. "Let's use them." I told Sera that afternoon. She was at the thinking rock — her rock, though she had stopped caring that I also used it, the shared ownership of a useful place. She was reading correspondence, three letters spread on her knees, the daily intake of information from runners and watchers and the growing network of people who had been failed by the current system and were paying attention to what was being built.

“Here is what happens next. You go home with your people. You keep your hands where the women in your family can see them at all times. You do not touch a weapon for forty days. If you do, I will know and kill you. If I know, you will not finish your act of being sorry.” Dario nodded hard enough to damage his vertebra. Greer tightened his grip to keep him vertical. “Forty days?” Greer said, like he’d been assigned a math problem that insulted his mental capacity. “What is this, Lent?” “Call it a detox,” I said. “You people still believe in those, right?” A flicker of amusement ran around the room like a match in a dark theater. Elky’s shoulder shuddered under my hand, and I felt the shape of

“imagine it took you months to get Andre to finally look at you, and then he later found out you were sick, and he abandoned you. You would have waisted much time, when you hardly have any. You don’t need to waste time on him. When you hear, this life is short...” Emma spread her arm on the air dramatically looking into space. “Only people like us, who is dying or who has loved ones that are dying knows the pain behind those words. So there is no time to waste. If you wanna experience dating before you die, you go for who's ready and who is ready you go for.

Steph presses the button that reads two and the doors close. As soon as the doors close I immediately let out a deep breath. “Oh man Steph, how am I going to survive the next 37 days here? I don’t fit in here at all. I’ve only met a few people and they already seem to hate me” I say leaning against the elevator wall. “They’re probably sitting there right now laughing at me.”

with as much sass as possible. He snorted and said "Be ready babe, your 48 hours starts at 8 tomorrow! I hope you are all set to have a wild time" I could feel him smirking before the line got disconnected. Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? phew! I asked myself while getting out of the store and fanning my face. I couldn't stop my giddiness now. I can't wait for tomorrow!