99 Days Novels & Stories

I said dejectedly. “You made him fall completely in love with you, that’s a good thing.” Nova remarked. “What does it matter now? It won’t mean a thing if he dies eventually.” I said sharply. “How many days do I have left?” I asked. “Five, I began the count down two days ago.” She said. “That should be enough time, it depends on when Jahdiel and his army plans to…” My voice trailed off as I heard sounds that aroused my curiosity and panic. “Can you hear that?”

It’s just been a few days and I couldn’t imagine coming home to not find her here. She ran her fingers through my hair, and I wondered if she’d waited to do that for a long time. “A while. Three months?” She asked. “Yes. That would be okay. I guess.” I agreed but my heart was breaking into pieces. Three months wasn’t good enough but I’d take whatever I’d get. It would be the best fucking ninety-one days of my life and I was going to make the best of it. I wanted to give her what she wanted. I would make sure she left with some beautiful memories and hoped like hell those ninety-one days would change her mind to stay with me longer if not forever.

However, not only did it not follow the human rule of nine months but rather twelve instead of ten. A lot has transpired since we got married fifty years ago. Well, Cora and I haven't aged in stature. We still look the same, thanks to the Dragon DNA. Even Steve and Isabella are still looking the same and their daughter, Jessica, has grown into a fine young woman.

“Go on.” “There is a rule at the top of that column on your arm, and every man underneath obeys it without understanding why it is there. Nine days.” He held up one finger. "An instrument must be entered in the register within nine days of execution, or it fails. That is why the ninth of the month. That is why the carts. That is why nobody in thirty years has ever been permitted to wait and see. “Your amendment is dated the ninth of last month, but it was not executed then. It was executed the morning your Alpha rode out of this hall, and the nine days are running now, and by my count you have four left.”

“Yes, I am.” I crawled into our giant four-poster bed and closed my eyes. “I really wanted to celebrate,” I told him. He crawled up next to me, his hand resting on my belly. “How far are you?” “Nine weeks the doctor says.” “Nine weeks. That only gives us thirty-one weeks to prepare.” “We’ve got plenty of time,” I told him. “Now, I’m suddenly feeling energized. We better take advantage of every minute we have alone. I have a feeling the next twenty years or so are going to be very wild.”

The duo started a competition to ruin her mood each day, and she had to end it even before they argued over who the winner was. Arial lied every day, as Cassandra called it, though she didn't want to listen to her pettish talk, but they had more facts than a lies. Who was she to blame? She trusted them both, but she got mocked for her loyalty. She ended it all before she was to be called a fool by them during one of the days. Now, it's been almost a month, and she hasn't met the mysterious guy, as she calls him. The umbrella sat lonely in the corner as her eyes darted to it on rainy days. Soon, his image and his vision left her memory as she began to live life again.

I glanced over at his angelic and overly handsome face and narrowed my eyes at him. “More? You should eat a lot…” Hayden said as he started feeding me more fruits. While being fed by Hayden, my mind started figuring out just how much longer we have left together. I’ve lost count of the days again. Just how many more days do we have before the contract comes to an end? I see. We only have nine days left. Only? “Why are you laughing?” Hayden asked.

“Fast? Sweetheart, I was gone for four and a half whole days. You just told me you missed me.” Maria frowned like I was the one being silly. “But you’re making babies, right? I googled it. It takes nine months. You came back in only four days, and there’s no baby yet.” The world went silent for a second. I stared at her, completely stunned, my mouth opening and closing without any sound coming out. Heat rushed to my face so fast I felt dizzy. Behind me, I heard Matteo choke on a laugh. He quickly tried to cover it with a cough, but his shoulders were shaking.

Timestamp 11:58pm. *There:* Cell 14. James gets court date. 2 weeks. Day 9,532. 5 years left. One side: fighting to keep 5 years. Other side: fighting to get 5 years.

“That’s when we realized it wouldn’t work.” The judge leaned back, exchanging a few quiet words with his paralegals. The silence stretched. Then he looked up. “Given the circumstances,” he said, “this court will impose a ninety-day consideration period before approving any divorce.” “What?” Genesis blurted. “Let me finish,” he said firmly. She fell silent. “For the duration of these ninety days,” he continued, “you will reside together as husband and wife.” My jaw tightened. “You will attend court-mandated counseling. Periodic visits will be conducted to verify your living conditions.”