44 Days From Now Novels & Stories

"Tristan, are you still there?" "Yeah." He replied. "I was wondering... I wanted to ask if you would love to go for a date with me when your treatment come to an end." I rotated a degree of 360 on my seat, stuffing my laughter. "If I say no?" "Oh. If you say no, then..." "Yes." I cut him short. "Yes?" "Yes. I would love to." "I'll come pick you up in four days time. By 4:30pm. How does that sound?"

“Give me your phone.” “Are you adding my contact information?” She handed it to me with unexpected excitement. Her phone background showed SpongeBob SquarePants. I glanced at it, added my contact information, and transferred money to her. “Is this enough for your grandma’s treatment? Do not do this again. Get dressed and leave.” When I came out after washing up, she was gone. I was about to leave when a small note on the table caught my eye. [My name is Jane Surrey, and I am glad I gave you my first time.]

Four days passed rapidly. Before long, the clock hit 12 AM. Another day showed up. It was April 21, 2021.

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Due to the severity of the situation, the school decided to extend her suspension by another month and give her an official demerit. … The next week was unbelievably peaceful. Without Matthias and Evelyn around to bother me, and with Derrick's sharp, straightforward guidance, it felt like my brain, which had been unused for years, suddenly broke free and started working at full speed. So, I was not as hopeless as Matthias had said. If I actually tried, I could learn. The next time I saw Matthias was a week later. He looked much more worn out than before, with dark circles under his eyes. Being stuck at home because of his relationship probably had not been easy.

Unknown time until everything changes. The countdown has begun.

“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.”

Emily softly replied, "Alright." "Mr. Satan." "Yes?" "There are only four days left until our one-week agreement." Mr. Satan's voice was low. "Yes, four days. It's good you’re meeting Olivia on the 23rd. I need to settle some things myself that day."

The only words that rang in my head were the four months left before Carla turned twenty. Taking my phone off the nightstand, I checked the calendar. For the exact time left for me. Four months was just my wild guess. Seconds of scrolling through the calendar gave me what I was searching for. The exact time left. Three months and a few weeks. 118 days left. If I was being precise. Returning my phone to the nightstand, I shut my eyes for a little sleep. But the time left rang in my ears. 118 days. I had just 118 days to win my mate.

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