400 Days Novels & Stories

He's making me crazy and he can do something to make me so weak and beg for his mercy. This merciless man will be my husband. I have to make him fall in love with me within 100 days, but it seems so impossible. Instead of taming him, I think he was the one taming me. He's controlling my body and I can't do anything about it. I shook my head while squeezing my eyes closed. "S-Stop, Nicholas…" He chuckled in my ear as his hand slipped inside my pants. My eyes widened when he palmed my v*gina against the thin fabric of my panty.

he explained. He tried to approach me again to take me in his arms. Before I could make a single sound, Lira exploded and pointed angrily at him as she accused him of being insane. The leader of the warriors hastily shielded Dylan and forbade me from getting too close. Dylan's voice trembled, and he looked very wronged. "The effects of the medicine wore off after 21 days, but why haven't you recovered? Why?" I turned away to avoid his gaze. "I don't know you. If you get any closer, I'll call the police again."

Three hundred twenty-five scratches on the wall. Forty days to go. Brynn could count it in weeks now, just under six, but lately she'd stopped trusting the number on the wall to mean what it said. The warmth in the bond kept telling her something else. “Sooner than you know. Trust me. Let me come to you.” She didn't know what Torrhen was planning. She only knew it was close, closer than forty days, and the not-knowing sat in her chest like a held breath.

Now we just had to survive the second half. Thirteen more weeks. Ninety-one days becoming sixty-five. Sixty-five days of stillness. Of trust. Of choosing to believe this would work. I could do sixty-five days.

I made deals. Day 42. The number I’d scratched into the back of an old bus transfer. Forty-two days since the last time I let anything but coffee set my hands on fire. Forty-two days since I saw a man tear out of his skin like he was tired of being smaller than what was underneath.

After a brief pause, he answered, "Four days. We leave in two." "Nice," Susan said, her voice warm with admiration. "That’s huge. Congratulations in advance." Jonathan clapped his hands together. "Double celebrations, then! Dominion High’s finest heroes deserve nothing less." Adrian smirked, shaking his head slightly. Four days. The countdown had begun.

Chapter 196 — The Perfect Month That Irritates Her Thirty days. Exactly thirty days. Milagros stared at the digital calendar on her tablet as if every marked square were a personal provocation. Ayden Castell had spent thirty days doing everything right. Thirty days without making a single mistake. Thirty days without going to clubs. Without drinks. Without scandals. Without compromising photos. Without women entering or leaving his building. Without I*******m stories from some rooftop with indecent music playing in the background.

Thus she had worked hard everyday just to fulfilled her promise, moreover she had prayed to God always to help her fulfilled her promise. Yet upon all her tenacity and hardworking, all her relentless seems not to be working at all, that she almost gave up everything. But who knew that, all her prayers will be answered in a grand style like this, now she had a certificate, she is about to became an Entrepreneur, and finally she found Love, which above all was her greatest achievement, everything happened within just Eight days. Bisola nod her head, she picked up her phone which was beside her on the bed, she checked the time again, and it was just five minute to twelve midnight.

Forty-one days. I held my daughter and I looked over her head at the wall and I thought, cold and clear under the ache: forty-one days to build the most airtight case Damian and I could build. Forty-one days to turn a coordinator's notes and a phone full of evidence and a housekeeper's reports and a little girl's notebook into something a judge could not rule around. Forty-one days. She was counting them on a kitchen calendar. I intended to make every one of them count for something.

“Have fun.” Ω At Lukas' office at the Daimler Corporation. Ethan entered the room and then raised his hand to knock on the door, proudly holding the signed contract in front of Lukas. “Purdue Company tried for more than half a year and still did not get this contract, while I only spent seven days to get it. Such high performance, remember to increase my bonus!” Lukas was still staring at the pile of papers on the table, not looking up: "If you don't knock next time, I will have another way to make you remember forever!"