Novel & Cerita 400 Days

She added and he creased her hands with his thumb. “You have like forty-seven days left right?” He asked and she nodded in response. He took in a deep breath and stared into her eyes, he can just easily order her to do it, he really doesn't know why he feels like her opinion is needed. “Let's make it three hundred and sixty-five days.”

“Terrified.” “Good.” “How is that good?” “Because you care. Because it matters. Because you’re invested.” He pulls me close. “You’re going to be brilliant. And when you come home Monday night exhausted and overwhelmed, I’ll be here. We’ll be here. Reminding you that you can do this.” “Promise?” “Promise.” “Forty-four days,” I say. “Until?” “Until the divorce is final. Until we can figure out forever.” “Forty-four days. Then I’m asking you something important. And hopefully you’ll say yes.”

For six months. One hundred eighty days. Each one an eternity.

Almost like his old self—except for the notebook clutched in his hand. "Emily!" he shouted. "Day 150! A full 150 days!" Security moved fast, but he shoved through. "Mr. Wilson, this is a private event," Luca said, stepping between us. "Move!" Daniel's eyes were wild. "I need to talk to my wife! Do you know how long it's been? 150 days—3,600 hours! 216,000 minutes!"

He’s fearful of the answer. “He’s locked me into Alpha Command. I’m so sorry, Millan.” Andy avoids the question, which only makes Millan worry even more. “How long, Andy?” he presses. “You have two weeks. One of our nurses will take care of your leg and then you have to go.” He says it with such desperation that Millan almost doesn’t hear him correctly. “Two weeks? That’s great, Andy! Thanks!” Millan feels way better now. He hadn’t expected Weston to welcome him into his pack with open arms anyway.

He never wishes to not suffer on his fourth year of highschool since he was already immuned to his unlucky days or worst unlucky years of his lives. But he guessed that not wishing for it may seems to be effective because he doesn't experience worst on those year. Except of course when he thought he wasn't going to march because his toga got accidentally burnt when his mother forgets that he was ironing it. But still he wears it even though at the back of his yoga was all burnt out. He still manage to walks in the stage proud of himself that he've got to pass through hardships in his senior days. That was the last thing he remembers on his senior days.

Day 4 A new day appeared. 26 days before the month ended. Today is Thursday a casual wearing for students. Patima woke up with a smile as she walks towards her bathroom. She undresses then step inside the shower. As she finishes her business inside, she walks out of the bathroom then walks inside her walk-in closet. "Hmm... How about jeans and a shirt? Nah, too boring. Ohh... What about a crop top and skirt? Meh, typical. Ahh... A turtle neck, coat, and jeans, that'll be nice" Patima grab the clothes then proceed to wear them.

Four days to snare the deadliest man I'd ever caught. Four days to bring this thing to a halt, one way or another.

I replied firmly. Andrew leaned closer to me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You don't have a mere idea with whom you are dealing," he whispered, his voice dripping with confidence. "100 days, or I will marry you now," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. My heart skipped a beat as I stared back at him, realizing the gravity of his challenge. Could I resist his charm for 100 days, or would I find myself falling in love against my will?

I said, my voice quiet. “I know what kind of woman stands in the middle of a ballroom and doesn’t cry,” he replied. “I know what kind of woman builds something from the ground up only to have it ripped from her hands. So I know you enough to know that you want to bring the bastard to his knees.” I swallowed hard. “Why one hundred and nine days?” His lips curved slightly. “Because that’s exactly how long it took him to break you.” I looked away without a word. I knew he was right but I didn't want to accept