400 Days Novelas e Histórias

But who knew that he never really cared, he totally fooled me into believing in him. I sighed out heavily, as the memories of the Adiana and Mark's betrayal hit me, and also about my cancer. Knowing that I had only one hundred and fifty days, or less since today had gone already, to live. I had to made sure that I reclaimed my shares and my position, and since I wouldn't be staying longer, I had planned on handling the CEO position to my aunt's daughter, Chloe. Who lived in another country, tomorrow I had to get in touch with her and ask her to come to me. She was someone I could trust, and I was sure that she wouldn't betray me like Adiana and Mark did. She was someone with a gentle soul. I

Martin came back after a few minutes, but my husband was nowhere to be seen. I looked toward the hallway, then back at Martin. "Where is Mr. Thorne?" He blinked at me like I'd asked something obvious. "He's getting ready to go back to the company." I nodded slowly and took another sip of juice, deciding to keep my questions to myself until he came back down. If he came back down. Martin moved around the kitchen, straightening things that were already straight. "This is your new home for forty-five days. Or maybe more, if the arrangements drag out on Mr. Thorne's side."

Eighty-four. Eighty-four days until the accord ended. Eighty-four days to decide if it continued. Keth found her there an hour later. “You look like you’re doing math,” Keth said. Luna nodded. “Eighty-four days.” Keth followed her gaze to the camp. “Feels longer.” Luna nodded again. “It is.” They stood in silence for a while. Then Keth said, “Council sent the extension proposal this morning.” Luna looked at him. “Terms?”

Eleanor Berkshire-Beaumont looked up at the voice and saw a nurse standing at the foot of her hospital bed. “Your discharge has been processed. Please collect your medication at the reception desk and pay your bills at the billing counter.” The nurse left, and Eleanor sat there on the bed, looking out the window. It was the fourteenth day since her car accident. The fourteenth day of being alone in a hospital room. The fourteenth day of realizing that no one was ever going to give a damn about her. She could understand why her family wouldn’t come to see her, but the fact that Nicholas hadn’t even visited her once in 14 days…

Panic rose in his chest. Right at that moment, the number above his head that was originally fewer than 100 days suddenly flashed eerily, and the number jumped from [89 days, 12 hours, 5 minutes] to [125 days, 7 hours, 30 minutes]. This was the first time the number had actually gone up.

You don't need to be so dramatic. "And anyway, I agreed to the divorce you proposed. Do you have to keep sulking all day?" That day, I worked overtime until very late. I was trapped in the elevator, shivering with fear. The elevator lost power and my phone was about to die. My claustrophobia kicked in. Trembling, I called Ayden. But in return, he replied, "Can't you figure it out yourself? I'm busy." My phone ran out of battery, and I also fell into a coma.

I spent the whole night thinking, Friday was exactly 7 days from that day, how did I agree to this? I thought Ruqayya was joking about the wedding being in 10 days. Could I really get married to someone in 10 days? I felt uneasy and overwhelmed as my alarm rang. My eyes were open throughout the night, I didn't even have a blink of sleep, I felt too tired and lazy to get up as my Alarm rang continuously. I reluctantly got up putting off the Alarm and getting ready for work.

"The day of the Sacred Stone bonding?" "That day." She was silent for a moment. "Four years." "Four years." He ran the numbers through his mind, over fourteen hundred days, watching, recording, archiving every single day. He did not say it aloud. She walked up to him, barefoot, a head shorter. She lifted her face, her grey-blue eyes meeting his, that ring of gold like dying embers in the morning light. She took his hand, lifted it from his knee, and turned it over to expose the webbing between thumb and forefinger. No callus there, only on the joint between his index and middle fingers. She rubbed her fingertip over that thin callus; his fingers curled briefly, then straightened.

"Naomi too." "One woman once went thirteen days without water, though the average is about three. You're tough. I think you can handle another day or two before it gets really serious." I don't answer him. Conserving my energy is more important right now than making conversation with a monster like Frank. He's just playing games anyways. If he allowed it, he could have three or more Warriors just come in here, hold me down, and let them do whatever they wanted with me. But he won't do that. He's purposely waiting for me to give up, because he gets some sick pleasure from this.

Not 177 days. 24 hours until two hundred enhanced children were activated simultaneously. 24 hours until the world changed forever. 24 hours to save them all. Or lose everything.