47 Days Book Novels & Stories

The bubble, so fragile and precious, lasted for seven perfect days. Seven days of wind-whipped sails and quiet nights by the fire. Seven days of conversations that began to stretch beyond the weather, tentative explorations of books, art, the stupid, funny things that had happened to them years ago. The ghost of the scandal began to feel like a bad dream, fading in the clear, salt-scrubbed Maine air.

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Her lips trembled, but no words came out. Mrs. Cunningham stood to the side, wanting to curse at me, but not daring to. Seven years of marriage. Twenty years of friendship. In the face of betrayal and lies, it had all become worthless. I had nothing more to say. I turned, ready to leave this nauseating place.

The bolt mystery. You. Specifically and completely you. That's Night Nineteen. Just gratitude. For all of it. She reads this one twice, puts it in the book with the photographs, and doesn't say anything for a long time. When she does she says: "Section 7.3." "Section 7.3," he confirms. "That's on the list of things you're grateful for," she says. "It changed our timeline by six months," he says. "Of course it's on the list."

And one of those seven days I decided this looking at the calendar, with Saoirse in the chair beside me and the river going about its business outside the window one of those seven days was not going to be for the statement, or the succession, or the package. One of those seven days was going to be ours. I was going to give the machine six days. I was going to give her one. ── I told her the new date. I said: “Tuesday. Seven days. I surrender Tuesday.” She did not say anything for a moment. I watched her absorb the number the way I had watched her absorb every number I had given her the count, the nineteen, now the seven with the steady downward attention of a woman who had decided to look d

He pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly he could have crushed me. "How could I bear to make you my mistress? And there's no way I'd break up with you! Just seven days, that's all. Once the contract is signed, it'll be over. Cara, you've always been so good to me, so patient. Can't you hold on just a little longer? For us?" By logic, I had waited seven years. What were seven more days? But I did not want to wait anymore. I smiled. Gently, sweetly, exactly the way he liked. "I understand."

I closed the journal and returned to my translations. Seven days wasn't much time. But it was enough to find an answer. It had to be.

I was hopeful that they'd snap out of their coma before the seventh day, because only them could reveal the identity of the people they had fought with. When the seventh day finally arrived, it was a depressing, suffocating and cold day. I stood on the balcony of my private chambers, watching the sun begin its slow, agonizing descent toward the western peaks. Seven days of silence from my best men. Seven days of a hollow, aching void where Sara’s presence should have been. My skin felt too tight for my body, my wolf pacing so violently within me that my bones felt ready to snap.

He was a very strict man and God knows if he’ll take the task lightly with me. “Amanda Ezeh… You’ll be going to Mr Richard Okafor's mansion to get his finger print on an important project we’re working on and you have only 7days to do that . Go home and pack your bags… Your ride will be here in 10 minutes ” The cocky old man said and got back to what he was doing. i still couldn’t believe what I just heard. I’ll be spending 7Days in the almighty Richard Okafor at his mansion all alone!!

The grand Empress sighed a heavy breath and closed off the book. It had been a complete day since she was engrossed into the book and had finished only one life. The book was entitled as “7 days and 7 lives” which meant that there were still 6 pending for her to come across. She was already baffled and emotionally unstable at the moment witnessing all the Chaos that Trinity had been through all her life which had been engraved on the muffled pages of that heavenly book.