47 Days Book Novels & Stories

'Just a few more days,' I told myself. Once the paperwork was done, I could leave. ... I had exchanged most of my jewelry and properties for cash, stashing it away. Rory hadn't spoken to me all day until he came to my room that evening. He informed me that my father had been transferred to an overseas branch and would be leaving in three days, with my mother accompanying him.

They never did. ————- Author’s Note Hey loves! 🖤 Welcome to Twenty Seven Days— I’m so excited you’re here for this one because this story has been living in my head for a long time and I think you’re going to feel every single word. A few things before we dive in: This book is a slow burn. Like, a real one. I know, I know — but I promise every chapter is building something and when it pays off, it’s going to HIT. Scarlett and Xavier are both incredibly guarded people and watching them crack each other open is the whole story.

Steph presses the button that reads two and the doors close. As soon as the doors close I immediately let out a deep breath. “Oh man Steph, how am I going to survive the next 37 days here? I don’t fit in here at all. I’ve only met a few people and they already seem to hate me” I say leaning against the elevator wall. “They’re probably sitting there right now laughing at me.”

The peace lasted seven days. Seven days of sunlight and laughter, of children playing in the courtyard, of wolves and Lycans training together without the shadow of fear hanging over them. Seven days of evenings by the fire with Cassian's arm around my shoulder and Theron's quiet presence and Lysander's soft voice reading from the old texts—not searching for answers, just reading. Just being. Seven days of pretending that the darkness was gone for good. Seven days of hoping that we had finally earned a future without fear, without loss, without war.

She has been watching more carefully. The forty-seventh year opened with the book in the world — three months old in October, finding its readers in the way she hoped: slowly, the right ones, people who needed the sentence to have a house and who, when they found it, wrote to say so in the specific language of people who recognized something they had been looking for. Not mass market. The gravity field is operating.

The edges of the book was decorated with flowers and leaves drawn with a black marker that had Ian thinking how long June had spent on making the cover itself. "For Ian" was written in the center of the cover. Ian held the book and looked at June, "What's this?" "Open it," he excitedly said. Ian opened the notebook and on the first page, in a neat handwriting was written, "Start writing a journal every day." Ian raised my eyebrows and looked at June, "What's this?" June causally shrugged even though his eyes were telling something else. "It is said that it takes twenty one days to form a habit." He looked at Ian. "Once I am gone, go through this note book, I have written things you could to

Realization dawned on them and they suddenly looked ashamed while Emilia looked severely unhappy. “Seven days.” I said. “I give you all seven days. Send me a letter of loyalty. If I don’t recieve yours, you will be cut off from my protection completely.”

Yeah, I'm trying :'( By the way, my new book is called "His Seven Days Mate". It's an ABO verse of werewolf. I'm invested in that book for quite a while so I really hope you guys should check that out :x Thank you :x And I'm back to my nest, crying out loud for my stupidity for now :'(

Chapter Thirteen Day Four Friday. Morning come around as it usually does every risen morning, that sound that Bisola hated the most in her entire lifetime pierced her hearing, Bisola hissed and used her pillow to covered her ears with the hope to stopped the sound of alarm from getting to her ear, but the pillow was of no use.

Waves splashed her skirt as he turned and smiled, “Hold on tight, Mrs. Carter!” Seven years of love were just like a bubble. She pulled out her phone and sent a message: [Pick me up in seven days, as planned.] No sooner had she pressed send than a deafening bang echoed from downstairs.