44 Days From Now Novels & Stories

Not from this timeline. From another one.

45… It’s absolutely essential that I keep track of my time here because Katey’s birthday is on June 26th. I have to make it out of here by then – no matter what. I just hit the 4th monthsary of my imprisonment the other day and this is also confirmed by the chalk marks on my and Katey’s kitchen blackboard.

Three days have passed in pure agony for him. Fucking pathetic law has kept him behind the bars for killing the bastard who tried to rape his love. Fucking Shit! Three days and he wasn't there for his love who was fighting in between life and death. Three days of him unknown to her condition and it was gnawing at his insides with fierce claws. He was going berserk with each passing second.

Lancelot thought, quickly organizing his schedule. For the next 44 days, he planned to skip school and take a leave of absence.

I turned to look at him and we had a little conversation. The chritmas holidays were over and we had had ou little wedding starting the new year perfectly but now it was time to talk. "Tomorrow's the seventh day of January," I muttered. "It is. How is it already the seventh? The days are moving so fast," Min said and turned back to look at the ceiling. I moved closer to him and hugged his chest. "Min," i muttered. He looked at me for a brief second and looked back at the ceiling. "What are you plans for tomorrow?" i asked him.

Betty exclaimed while smiling at him and tap his shoulder to go and change his school uniform. Felix went to his room. When he was inside his room he sit in his bed and look at nowhere while he was thinking what has happened to him. "I never imagined that I always brought unlucky events to myself. When will it be stop?" Felix uttering those words to himself while he lie down in his bed. Two Months Later... Felix was still late in waking up every morning. Knowing that it was the day he will finally graduate from his Business Administration course. He was still lying in bed very calm while sleeping.

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.

"What's the time frame here? Anytime in the next year?" Rogue slapped open his folder and pulled out his copy of the will. "What section is that in?" His words came out clipped. "Second from the last page. You'll see there's a thirty-day time limit." The attorney checked his calendar. "Today is August second. You'll need to decide which week in August works for all four of you and plan to be back here then. Or if this week works...?" He shrugged.

Not yet. Not until it was done. But soon. Ten days.

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.