Day6 You Were Beautiful Novels & Stories

“You look awake.” “I am.” “Long day?” “Normal day.” I set my glass down, pulled off my flats, leaving them by the door. The floor was cool under my feet. “Just a lot of moving.” “The launch stuff?” “Some of it. Mostly studio things.” I picked up my glass again. “Locked in now. Just waiting.” “Six days.” “Six days.” She glanced at me. Not worried. Just checking. “You nervous?” “No.” “Not even a little?”

I'm tripping on words You got my head spinning I don't know where to go from here 'Cause it's you and me And all of the people with nothing to do Nothing to prove And it's you and me And all of the people And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you There's something about you now That I can't quite figure out Everything she does is beautiful Everything she does is right 'Cause it's you and me And all of the people with nothing to do Nothing to lose And it's you and me and all of the people And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you and me And all of the people with nothing to do Nothing to prove And it's you and me and all of the people And I don't know why I can't keep my

I had six days to figure this out. Six days to save her. And I wouldn’t waste a single second.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Saturday *Dawn* “So, where do you want to go next?” Will says, his eyes sparkling with genuine enthusiasm as he smiles at me. “Hmm.” I glance down the street, the vibrant storefronts beckoning with their colorful displays. “I could really use a new mascara and maybe a lipstick. But then again… I mean, looking at makeup might be rather boring for you.” He shakes his head vigorously, his expression earnest. “Dawn, today is your day. Besides, seeing the joy on your face… nothing is boring as long as I’m with you.” His words wrap around me like a warm blanket, and I can’t help but smile wider.

Every other day it is hidden away like a diamond, stuffed deep down in some stuffy box we try and pretend does not exist. Our families do not know each other. Our friends do not know each other. We should not know each other. "What do you want to know?" She asks me, with lips painted pink from the pressure of my lips against hers. She is so beautiful. Her large brown eyes stare at me like I have the secrets to life. Like I am the secret. She has no idea how she is the secret. What we have is the secret. What we have is a secret. I count her freckles before I answer, taking in the sights of beauty as I do every Friday. It is the memorization of her features that gets me through the next week.

You look beautiful" She turn around to look at me. " You are so beautiful" I said and pick the apron. I tie it round my waist. she turn around to leave then I stop her . " Wait! I said to her. She stop and I walk to her, I look down to her hand then I held it . " What will you have for a breakfast? I asked. LUCIA . When he told me it was Saturday I was so disappointed but when he says I am beautiful,I was surprised because he never said such sweet word to me, he used to call me ugly and classless but now he says I am beautiful.

I tried to follow him and nearly fell. My heel caught in the heavy train of my gown, twisting my ankle sharply enough that I had to grab the vanity with both hands. Pain shot up my leg. The room tilted for a second, all white roses, scattered makeup brushes, champagne flutes, and the enormous dress I had spent six months choosing. Elliot had loved that dress. During our first look that morning, he had gone so quiet the photographer lowered her camera and smiled. Later, when everyone gave us a moment alone, he kept one hand over mine as if he could not quite believe the day had arrived.

Keith said in conclusion as he rose to his feet. "Oh, I'm also taking Jennabeth along." I hope y'all had a great read. Thank you for reading "Sixty Days With You." It truly had been sixty days with y'all. To read more of my books, check out the new MM Romance book I recently released titled ' KILLIAN'S GAME.' You'd love it and I promise it's a happy ending!!

I understood what she meant. At six thirty Priya knocked on my door with pastries from the coffee shop two towns over where nobody from school went. She sat on my bed and handed me one and we didn't talk much. That was what we were good at. The language of being present without making it into something. At seven forty five I left for the audition.

"So here's how this is going to work. You have sixty days. Sixty days to fall in love with me, to accept your role as my wife, and to give me an heir." I opened my mouth, but he continued before I could form words. "Or I take what I want anyway. Your choice." Then he was gone, the door closing behind him with a soft click that somehow sounded louder than if he'd slammed it. I sank down onto the floor among the scattered cosmetics and broken glass, my white dress pooling around me, and for the first time since my parents died, I let myself cry. Not the quiet tears I'd shed at their funeral while cameras flashed. These were ugly, desperate sobs that shook my entire body.