Novel & Cerita Four Good Days Reviews

There was a soft sound, and the potion glowed a faint blue. "There's nothing wrong with my potion. I'm the best Neuro Healer in Southia." He held the tube near my lips. "After 21 days, I'll come back and marry you, and we'll become the happiest couple." I turned my head away. "Why should I? I'm not a recycling center. Why do I have to accept a werewolf who cheated?" "That's slander! I haven't betrayed you!" Dylan was suddenly agitated, and his eyes reddened. "She's about to die. She doesn't have much time left, and she deserves my company!"

"So that day, it wasn't you humiliating me… it was the deal I made that ended us…" He dropped to his knees in front of me, putting every bit of strength into his voice. "Clara, I was wrong. Please come back to me! "Wendy is nothing like you. She can't set up a proper event, and her hunting skills are a joke. I never realized how useless she was until now…" When I heard him tear Wendy apart like that, I knew he didn't regret hurting me. He just couldn't handle the embarrassment she brought him and needed someone to make him look good again.

He was a very strict man and God knows if he’ll take the task lightly with me. “Amanda Ezeh… You’ll be going to Mr Richard Okafor's mansion to get his finger print on an important project we’re working on and you have only 7days to do that . Go home and pack your bags… Your ride will be here in 10 minutes ” The cocky old man said and got back to what he was doing. i still couldn’t believe what I just heard. I’ll be spending 7Days in the almighty Richard Okafor at his mansion all alone!!

A churchy guy whom she claimed she loved, after spending the first night at his place. She came back the next day all gloomy and moody. And when she was asked why. She said after everything they had been through that night, the next morning, the guy asked her to pray for forgiveness of sins when she gets home. And so she broke up with him for indirectly telling her she was a mistake. She smiled slowly drifting off to sleep. It was still in the early hours of morning.. about 4am- 5am. She hoped her mum wouldn’t suspect anything later.

The contract was still sitting on the hotel desk. It hadn’t moved in hours. But it felt heavier every time I looked at it—like it was absorbing the weight of the decision I still hadn’t made. I had read it again. And again. Highlighted sections. Dog-eared pages. Searched the margins for hidden threats. But it remained exactly what Dominic said it was. Clean. Precise. Deceptively simple. A one-hundred-and-nine-day marriage. No emotional ties.

[Ms. Fleming, will you continue the treatment? If you will, don't forget to collect your medicine.] [Ms. Fleming, your condition is quite serious. It will only deteriorate if you don't treat it. Don't give up. If you do, you'll forget everything in seven days.] I looked at the messages from Dr. Chester Richmond for a long time without replying. Perhaps having amnesia was not such a bad thing after all. I could not recall anything worth remembering in my entire life.

"Day four is almost over. Do you still want to sign the papers on Day 101?" Arthur gripped the door handle. The "freedom" he had been dreaming of for three years suddenly felt like a void. It felt like a cliff he was about to be pushed off. He thought of the breakfast she had cooked this morning, the way she had smelled like vanilla and rain, and the way he had treated her like a nuisance. "Just get changed, Evelyn," he said, his voice thick.

Now she is gone forever. Memory after memory hits me until I am so dizzy that I can’t even stand. My legs giveaway and I fall onto my knees. The stranger who bumped into me says nothing. He just keeps walking, not helping me up and not saying excuse me. I know the reason he doesn’t help me, so it doesn’t bother me that he didn’t. Life has made him bitter. He doesn’t care about me. He doesn’t care about anybody. But today is extra hard for him, because it’s been four years exactly since his mother passed away, and I can literally feel his heart breaking as if it were my own heart. I want to shed a tear for him, but when I look up, my mom and three sisters are all standing over me.

That's why the so-called love at first sight exists. The thing with Demon in the restroom was a mistake... a huge mistake that won't happen again. "What do you plan to do with the remaining of your forty-three days?" Chaney asked mockingly. I pushed him a little, and the laughter that came out from his lungs sounded like a sweet melody in my ears. God! I bet he must be God's favorite. He doesn't have to be dangerously handsome like Demon to be so perfect. "But I'm serious. What's your plan for the remaining days you've left?" he asked, leaning back slightly, his expression softening.

It was the best day ever. Or so I thought at the time. Just like our first date, George took me sailing. He had a picnic of delicacies set up for us. Wine and cheese with fresh fruit, oh, and those amazing crackers I could never get enough of. It was the perfect weather for it, just enough wind without overdoing it. The breeze kissed my skin, leaving goosebumps. I couldn't help but feel as though it were the best day ever. And he said all the right things, looked at me with those eyes, green my favorite color, that seemed to sparkle just so in the sunlight. I was a girl in romance heaven as he fed me grapes.