99 Days Novels & Stories

"Language! Marisa!" "Sorry sir." I love the way she ridicules him. I wonder what she suffers from. Could it be... No... "How old are you?" "I am turning eleven!" I thought she's or six. "You are turning ten!" he corrects. "I am turning eleven in January." "That's next year, dummy..." "it's a few moths from now but you win sir, happy?" He plasters a grin. Suddenly, I notice drops of blood coming out of her nose.

He was between me and Jonas. "Yes, Uno?" "I don't have siblings, Mama?" "You want one?" "Uh-huh! So I can play with him, Mama. Fial has ate eh." "Hmm, maybe not now, Uno." "Why, Mama?" "Because it will take nine months before a baby is born." "Nine months?" He counted using his cute fingers. "This one, Mama?" He showed me his nine fingers. He folded his pinky finger. "Yes, Uno. Nine months." "Where will you put the baby, Mama?"

"Naomi too." "One woman once went thirteen days without water, though the average is about three. You're tough. I think you can handle another day or two before it gets really serious." I don't answer him. Conserving my energy is more important right now than making conversation with a monster like Frank. He's just playing games anyways. If he allowed it, he could have three or more Warriors just come in here, hold me down, and let them do whatever they wanted with me. But he won't do that. He's purposely waiting for me to give up, because he gets some sick pleasure from this.

This is a first for me but we will be living together from now on and I don’t want to share my home with a stranger. ‘It is easy not to entertain any relationship aside from sex when you don’t have to wake up with them next to you on your bed, it is another story when every day from now on would be as intimate for us as it is for newly wedded couple. So yeah, I need to know everything about the woman I would be spending nine months with.’

Sherry asked casually when she saw that the woman did not say anything, "How many days have I been here?" "Twenty days" The middle aged woman answered kindly. Sherry's eyes were about to pop out in shock "Twenty days?!" Sherry asked. "Yes the doctor said it was because you inhaled too much smoke," She replied. Sherry touched her baby in horror. The woman smiled, "You don't have to worry about the baby, they are doing very well" She said. Sherry thanked her profusely "Oh thank.. wait.. t..hey?" Sherry asked.

Rule 3: 90 days. Gone. Adia leaned her head on his shoulder. He didn’t move away. For the first time since moving into the penthouse, she wasn’t counting the days left. She was counting on tomorrow. End

That desperate whisper. "Ninety days. That's all you have. Ninety days until the Blood Moon. Until he comes for you, just like he came for me."

“What are you talking about? You… you guys are travelling again, aren't you?” It was the only time they would tell me to spend a long time at Caleb's mansion. They glance at each other, my mother pouting, before turning back to me. They could have communicated a whole lot just with that one look. “To Rome, honey,” my mum responds, her voice soft, almost apologetic. I raked a hand through my hair, the curls falling messily over my shoulders. “How long this time?” My mum keeps quiet, sighing slightly. My dad then looks at me, his gaze softening. “Just three months, dear.”

“280 days.” “What contract?” I asked warily, still feeling his grip on my chin, and I tried not to dwell on it. “A contract of marriage between us for 280 days. That should be enough for you to give birth. Once the child is out of you, the contract ends, and you're free to live your life however you seem fit.” He explained coldly, and his words echoed in my head as I tried to make sense of it. That meant that I would be his wife for a space of nine months, and after the contract ends, I could leave. But—

You’re the only one! "I understand," Caleb said. "You met him first. I guess... he beat me to it." He gave a hollow laugh. "But... can I ask one last favor? Just one?" Lucy swallowed hard. "What favor?" "Give me twenty-nine days," he said softly. "Let me try to earn your affection, even a little. If nothing changes by the end of the moon cycle... I’ll accept your rejection and disappear from your life." "Twenty-nine days?" Lucy echoed, stunned. "Why that number?"