47 Days Book Novels & Stories

She went looking for a story. She found a curse. Kelsey Jones is a desperate reporter chasing an anonymous tip about a dead crypt in the Carpathian Mountains, and the moment she touches the ancient dagger inside it, she triggers something that hasn’t moved in a hundred years. Now she’s trapped in a gothic castle with the most dangerous creature in the hidden world, a Lycan King so cursed he kills to survive and shifts into a monster by night. He looks at her like he’s seen her before. Like he’s been waiting. Like she belongs to him. She has seven days before the curse becomes permanent. She has a glowing dagger that can end him. And she is slowly, terrifyingly, forgetting every reason she ha

Mika'il whined holding her hand from standing up. "I need to do this for your new wife. Don't hold me back, I'm already tired." She whispered back indicating that he didn't let her rest thinking he won't spend the seven days about to approach them with her. "Can I spend a week without having you by my side? I don't think I can do this." He furrowed his brows with a deep scowl etched across his face since he was really confused about what goes on around then.

Shelve of books. Books! So he reads? She walked over and took a big book out of the shelve. It had a red cover. It was probably the most attractive book there. “Mo... Mo... what kinda language is this?” she scoffed trying to pronounce the name of the book. He appeared out of no where again took the book from her and placed it back on the shelve. “I forgot to tell you earlier. I was just too excited. They are rules in my room.” He said and placed his both hands on her shoulder pulling her away from the shelve.

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 3 - Tyler and Mandy **Release Day** Tyler pov Day seventy-five. I woke at dawn, my heart already racing with anticipation and nerves. Today was the day. Today Mandy came home. After seventy-five days of intensive treatment, daily therapy sessions, processing trauma I'd watched destroy her—today she was ready. Dr. Martinez had called three days ago with the official clearance. Mandy had met all her treatment goals, developed healthy coping mechanisms, reduced her suicidal ideation to negligible levels.

Loud, alive, indifferent to her healing, and somehow comforting because of it. _9:55 AM_ Elma got to the bench first. Sat down. Put both palms flat on the wood. Warm. Familiar. Held. “Morning,” she whispered. “We made it to after.” She didn’t say “we survived”. She said “after”. Because Day 7 was truth. Day 8 was what came next. And next deserved its own name. She counted the knots in the wood while she waited. Seven. One for each day she’d been sitting here learning how to be human.

Seven took one of the water bottles and opened it, she drank the entire content before taking a muffin and eating, she took another and another and continued until she was full before drinking another bottle of water. Just as she was drinking the water Alexia sat up, she noticed that Alexia looked towards the entrance, "Miss Seven, how long again do you how, it has been two days already," she mumbled. "Two days, no wonder I am starving," Seven said from the chair after the chair with the things.

with as much sass as possible. He snorted and said "Be ready babe, your 48 hours starts at 8 tomorrow! I hope you are all set to have a wild time" I could feel him smirking before the line got disconnected. Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? phew! I asked myself while getting out of the store and fanning my face. I couldn't stop my giddiness now. I can't wait for tomorrow!

However, I'd also said it didn't include cheating or falling out of love. My chest ached like it was splitting open, but I clenched my teeth and tried to keep my dignity. "Does it have to be today?" It was a stormy day, and it was our anniversary. Seven years ago, in weather just like this, Anthony had stepped into my world under a deep blue umbrella. I still remembered the smell of rain soaking into the ground and how the sixth rib of his umbrella had a spot of rust right in the middle.

Was she rejecting his money? "That's my offer!" he declared,"You will be my wife for seven day." his eyes stared, "take it or leave!" The words slammed into Tatiana’s chest. Seven days. Just Seven Days. This was a countdown, not a total freedom. She thought of her uncle, of the prison she called home. No matter how imperfect the deal, she couldn’t return there. Tatiana's lips trembled before she forced them into a steady line. “ I accept.”

Elegant handwriting covered the page. The message was brief. The debt shall be forgiven. The younger daughter shall receive treatment. The marriage shall take place upon Lady Elara Ashbourne's eighteenth birthday. The offer expires in seven days. The First Blood Silence filled the room. Seven days. Only seven. The deadline suddenly made everything real. Selene began crying quietly. Rowan looked defeated. Lyra stared at the table. And Elara felt something inside her finally settle. Not peace. Not acceptance. Something else.