Book 365 Days Novels & Stories

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."

“I won, Ash. Admit defeat. Three years are up.” Her father’s voice crackled through the phone, smug and unyielding. Ash rolled her eyes, exhaustion threading through her. He never missed a chance to remind her of that stupid bet. “Tonight marks three years,” she shot back. “Why not wait till morning? Then we will know if you truly won.”

The Resolution of the Office-Lockdown The chapter reaches its peak as Dominic reaches for the door, the heavy oak clicking shut with a finality that signaled the end of his "Professional-Distance." He turned back to her, his face a mask of "Dark-Optimism." "Thirty days," he repeated, his voice dropping into a register that promised both heaven and hell. "If I give you thirty days, what do I get in return?" "You get the 'Truth'," Avery replied, her heart "Syncing" to his in a "Perfect-Somatic-Union." "And you get to find out why the 'Ice-King' was always meant to burn."

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

It looks like a tattoo… and it raises questions too, but it’s good enough to conceal the mark, so the question is less dangerous. Done, I let my hair fall over my shoulders and pace for a minute. Somehow, I’m too curious to know why she’s here, and against the voice in my head, I walk out of my room, footsteps as silent as a graveyard. Their voices slowly filter to life… they’re having quite an argument that I can’t fully grasp. Something about… I pull closer, not so much so that neither of them sees me perched on the stairs. “Three days, Kailey.” Dominic groans and pushes his seat backward, causing the legs to angrily scrape on the shiny floors. “Three days. That’s all you’ve got to be here

“Home. Us home.” _Silence. PCH. 2:31 PM._ Adrian driving. 72 BPM. One hand on wheel. One hand holding mine. “Day 38,” Adrian said. Quiet. So Isla didn’t hear. But she did. Always hears. “We did a crowd. We did school. We did Mother’s Day. In public. No panic. No Cayman. No Reese.” “Day 38,” I said. Squeezed his hand. “25 days left. Until June 2nd. Until ‘both’ starts. For real.”

Then she closes the notebook. The countdown is written on the inside cover. 365 days. One year before the outbreak. She looks at it for three breaths. Then she shuts it. “Run?” LUS asks. Maya stands, rolling her shoulders back. Her knees pop, because apparently rebirth does not include a warranty. “Yes.” Timed interval session recommended. “Of course it is.” She locks Unit 112, checks the lot, and steps into the rain. LUS starts the timer before she reaches the pavement. Maya runs anyway.

He reached back in and brought out a box which he opened for me to see the largest, juiciest, most decadent chocolate-covered strawberries a girl could imagine. Thinking back on that day, it really ought to have been the best day ever. But there were so many more days to come—word of advice: never sell yourself short on your best day ever. Keep looking for that next best day and living for the future rather than reliving the past as your only good day. I still had a wedding to plan for and a whole life with this adorable, loving, romantic man.

~BELLUS POV~ The feeling of being alone and unwanted. Why am I living? What I am living for? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's been 2 days since I got discharged at the hospital and I am doing great, although the bickering and teasing with Pawell and Keith seems fun, it was kind of boring these days, plus the weather was still cold. It was almost my birthday and I can guess that it would turn out to be an ordinary day, maybe my parents would just send me some gifts like before.

"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.