8 Days Book Novels & Stories

Eight hundred years old and he still had no idea. "I'm fine," I said. "Just tired." "We can leave early." "No. Stay." Across the table, Isabeau laughed at something an Elder Council member said. Her eyes slid to me for just a fraction of a second. She knew I'd seen the photos. She had made sure I saw them. I took a long, slow sip of wine and looked away first. Eight days. I could do eight days.

Three days. ---

I shut the tunnel door and went to the office with my mate, while we waited to find out what they found. I opened the box from my grandmother’s pantry and pulled out a book that measured twenty inches tall and eighteen inches wide. It was also eight inches thick. I picked up the book and sat it on my desk. Joshua smiled, “There is your pack history book, love.” I nodded, “I think so. The book itself is huge.” I opened the cover and immediately laid my eyes on some beautiful handwriting. The grammar reminded me of olde English language, and it was dated January eighteen, sixteen twenty-two. I gasped, “This is a really old book.” Joshua looked at the date that I was pointing too and gasped, “E

I am changing to 3 days a week so I can give you guys bigger chapters, I have also started working on book 2 and could use the extra time to work on it As always thank you for your support and Happy Reading <3

Its title is The Portion. "This is a beginner's book. This beautiful organization is filled with knowledge, peace, and power but has rules. Many of us shared the same heart when we first entered those doors. And most of us have been vindicated, but we were steadfast and loyal to the cause." It would be best if you were done reading it within a week. So after you've read it, return to a meeting, and then we'll go from there." I agree, thank her, and then head home.

She pressed send. She put the phone down. She thought about a man with flowers and soup visiting her on his way to a PR firm to plan the next attack. She thought about the teaspoon. She thought: eight days.

Elena Hart sat down on her bunk with her legs crossed, and the rough blanket scratching her thighs. She'd been there for three weeks and it already felt like the cell had been swallowing her whole. The air was odd and uncomfortable with a bad smell from unwashed bodies, but she hardly noticed it anymore. Her fingers traced the edge of her sketch book, it was the only thing they left her with after stripping her of everything else. Did she even have possession of anything? Well – she did, her sanity and human rights.

Hii everyone...!! Hope you all must be doing good!! So yeah I just wanted to inform you people is that , This book is going to be a long book. Really long. May be more than 80 chapters or something. So yeah, I will post next chapter on on Christmas...😄😄 It wil a Christmas gift from me to all of you..😊 My birthday is at 18 December. You peopel also don't forget to wish me🤭

Since today was Friday it was a half day for us and by fourteen hours I was done with all my work. ___________________________ Hi lovelies What do you think about this chapter?? Please do leave a review and tell others about this book if you like it Lots of love Faiyth ☆☆

I still had a wedding to plan for and a whole life with this adorable, loving, romantic man. I know it's a bit sudden to start my story with the best day ever, but like I said, keep looking for the next one. This was the first best day ever, so that is where my story of best days begins. I can still remember the smell of salt on the sea as it lapped against the side of the boat and the sound of the waves gently rocking us as tears welled up in my eyes. I felt I was the happiest girl in the world. I can't believe I was that girl, really. It feels like centuries have passed since then, although