99 Days Novels & Stories

Days and nights blended one into another. Sol was in her ninth month, the baby was due any day now and Kael was beginning to get antsy. Sol still hadn’t consented to marrying him, though he was sure to ask her at least twice a day, upon awakening and just before falling asleep.

Arlari’s POV I sit frozen in the chair long after Mr. Esteban stops talking. My fingers are tangled in my lap, and I can feel the pulse of my own heartbeat in my temples. “You said… ninety days?” I ask quietly, though the words feel foreign coming out of my mouth. Mr. Esteban leans back in his chair. “Correct. Ninety days to establish a foetus with Severiano. Minimal risk.” “Minimal risk for him. Not for me.”

Victor spoke seriously, getting my attention. “Given his condition, with the best medical support and medication, we can stretch to nine months if nothing goes wrong during that period,” he added while locking his gaze with mine. My pulse spiked. “Nine months,” I repeated quietly. If nothing goes wrong If……..

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

It continued past the present, into dates that hadn’t happened yet. ----- Before I could study it further, the screen shifted on its own. **NEXT REVIEW WINDOW: 89 DAYS.** I went completely still. Eighty-nine days. The exact number sitting in my own private notebook, counted down from the morning I’d woken up gasping in my own bed with a phone ringing beside me. I hadn’t entered that number anywhere in this system. I hadn’t told a single soul what it meant, or why I was counting it at all. And yet here it was, glowing on a screen inside a facility Margaret had built years before I’d ever needed to start counting anything.

She could always make him embarrassed one way or another. Eden didn't look troubled at all; her expression remained calm. "This is a bath that I've specially prepared for you. It can remove the toxin inside of you and temper your flesh. You need to bathe in it for 49 days. However, the effect of the infusion is extremely strong, so I need to stay here and monitor your reaction."

"And my mom?" "When she gets better, she can move in with us, or be taken care of in an elderly home." "How long is the project expected to last?" "Nine months." I say as courtly as I can. "Nine months?" She struggles against me again as she's thrown into another fist of shock. "You want me to stay in your suit for nine months; that's enough time to get pregnant Do you want me to get you pregnant?" "No!" Does the thought of me and her having sex repulse her that much

"She's too small. Too early. I'm supposed to have eleven more weeks—" "I know." "I can't lose her." "You won't. She's going to be okay. We're all going to be okay." I grabbed his hand. Twenty-nine weeks, four days. Our daughter. Fighting to stay inside. Me. Fighting to keep her there. Both of us. Fighting.

Get the work done and then go to bed and forget today ever happened. In the end, it is after nine when I finally shut down my computer, stretching my arms above my head and attempting to work the kinks out of my neck. Checking my phone, I see a message from my dad: Mum in a state. Flight's booked into Gatwick for 11 a.m. Hope you're okay. Dad x

9 months later. . . T.B.C. So how was the honey moon section?? What do you think is gonna happen 9 month later??