47 Days Book Novels & Stories

On the day after my twin brother, Jonathan Sander's death, I've married Natania Gilmore, my widowed sister-in-law. That day, Natania prints a thousand copies of Jonathan's death report and announces to the world that I'm the actual killer. Because of that, everyone despises me. Even my parents sever all ties with me on the spot. After our marriage, Natania keeps getting into romantic scandals. She's also brought countless men home with her. She makes me stand outside her room while listening to their debauchery every time. I'm also required to take photos of her and her boytoy with my camera once they are done with their lovemaking. I can only stomach everything quietly. My only plea is

[Ms. Fleming, will you continue the treatment? If you will, don't forget to collect your medicine.] [Ms. Fleming, your condition is quite serious. It will only deteriorate if you don't treat it. Don't give up. If you do, you'll forget everything in seven days.] I looked at the messages from Dr. Chester Richmond for a long time without replying. Perhaps having amnesia was not such a bad thing after all. I could not recall anything worth remembering in my entire life.

I’ll make you want me, I will make you beg for me He pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting hers. “I won’t lock you up. But don’t provoke me.” He stood, giving her space. Turned away. “You have three hundred and sixty-five days,” he said. “One year. I’ll do anything. Buy you the moon if that’s what it takes. And if you don’t fall in love with me by your next birthday, I’ll set you free.” Emily stood up. She didn’t think. Just ran. Straight for the door.

Ever wonder how time flies? because few days back, which felt like seconds ago, I got an email from this prestigious family, concerning my application, and today, I am standing in front of my room mirror, staring at my reflection, and feeling agitated. I was going to meet my proposed boss tomorrow, and I have never been tensed In my entire life. Today was the last day of my seven days training.

The silence that followed was immediate, broken only by the steady, rhythmic bubbling of the thermal jets. I looked at her profile, the steam curling around her jaw. My head ached from six months of balance sheets, hostile takeovers, and the crushing weight of Arthur Blackwell's sins. But sitting three feet from her, the numbers in my mind finally went quiet. I had spent twelve years calculating the distance between us, waiting for her to realize Dominic was an empty investment. Now that she was sitting in my space, wearing my ring, none of those years seemed to matter anymore.

In just a few minutes… she had already filled the place with her presence. The soft scent of floral soap floated in the air. Soft. Sweet. Annoyingly sweet. I wrinkled my nose slightly. My eyes landed on the wall where something had been pasted. Curious, I walked closer. A calendar. She had made it herself. The numbers were written carefully in neat handwriting… starting from one and stopping exactly at forty-five. Forty-five days. I stared at it for a moment, scoffing under my breath. Did she really need to count the days she'd be staying with me? She's too childish.

I walked through the back door and into the east garden and I stood in the middle of it and I breathed through my nose until my hands stopped wanting to shake. My wolf rose up slowly inside me. Fully, this time. Like she had been waiting for exactly this moment to finally take up all the space she had been denied. The letter was still in my pocket. Heir to the Lycan throne. Fifteen days. I pressed my hand flat against my chest and I made myself a promise I had no intention of breaking. Damon Voss had spent seven years making me small. He had fifteen days to enjoy it.

As usual, I made myself some warm milk. Ayden had just finished a tender conversation on the phone and sat on the sofa, flipping through the daily financial newspapers. It seemed as if he had habitually not found the floral tea that I had always brewed for him. Finally, he looked at me with an impatient expression. "You're really mad just because I didn't come get you when the elevator broke down? "Leticia's relative is a doctor. He said that your claustrophobia is not a big deal at all. You don't need to be so dramatic.

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