Romans & histoires Four Good Days Reviews

Eleanor Berkshire-Beaumont looked up at the voice and saw a nurse standing at the foot of her hospital bed. “Your discharge has been processed. Please collect your medication at the reception desk and pay your bills at the billing counter.” The nurse left, and Eleanor sat there on the bed, looking out the window. It was the fourteenth day since her car accident. The fourteenth day of being alone in a hospital room. The fourteenth day of realizing that no one was ever going to give a damn about her. She could understand why her family wouldn’t come to see her, but the fact that Nicholas hadn’t even visited her once in 14 days…

Your brows are slightly raised, as a thin line of hole appeared in your eyes, trying so hard to open them and keep them that way which caused you to blink many times tardily. What to expect with someone who only slept for four hours for the sake of his prepared itinerary? We slept at almost four in the morning, then you woke up at eight later on, including me, saying that we still got plans to accomplish. Like geeze, Deron, can't we just reschedule it? Put all the activities that were supposed to be done today by tomorrow. I presume we have a lot of time where the third day's plans can be placed on the fourth day.

with as much sass as possible. He snorted and said "Be ready babe, your 48 hours starts at 8 tomorrow! I hope you are all set to have a wild time" I could feel him smirking before the line got disconnected. Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? phew! I asked myself while getting out of the store and fanning my face. I couldn't stop my giddiness now. I can't wait for tomorrow!

" Ok Mr. Jenkins, it'll be an event where anybody could date another mystery student for a day." Soon the students started exchanging mischievous smiles, fuck! Of course, they'd want to do it. The fact that they don't know who it'll be is what makes it seem so fucking awesome to them. Plus, they could make out with or do whatever the heck they want with that person and after that, they'd forget about the whole thing. The only problem with this plan is that if you get an ugly ass girl, you'd hate yourself for the rest of the day. Two days having fun with girls in a beach in another country is way more awesome than this fucking fundraiser. Tory better be joking.

I got out of the bathroom, wore something comfy and landed on my bed. I had declared today "priscilla's indoor day". The people I live with are not supposed to disturb me and let me stay in my room for 24hours, sometimes I wished the amount of hours could extend. I already stuffed my room with all I needed and planned on binge watching 'Bridgerton' on netflix. The hype was too much, now let's see it's worth the hype. After arranging all the snacks on my bed, I hopped on it making all my arrangements go to waste. I put the tv and the a.c on, ready to dive into pleasure and 24hours of 'do-not-disturb'. What a day.

Hearing my acquiescence, Fabian Gates was overjoyed. “That’s dope! I knew I hadn’t misjudged you! Since I’m being considerate, just get me two brand new Audi R8s. If you’re short on cash, I can hook you up with an absolutely reliable money lender!” R8? Over three million dollars each? What am I, his sugar daddy? I sneered and probed cautiously, “Have you gotten permission from Ms. Jefferson’s husband to marry her?”

Lyra’s POV The Kane hated me for taking their real daughter’s place, so after they found her, they turned me into a scapegoat for something their real daughter did wrong and locked me away in an asylum. I thought I was finally free the day I was released—but they found me again, smiling as they claimed I was actually their true daughter after all. Eight hundred and forty-two days. That’s how long it had been since I last stood outside without someone watching me, waiting to drag me back inside and force more of those bitter pills down my throat.

gives such a warm cozy vibe to an otherwise way too big space. This fireplace is filled with stones and the mantle has a large piece of dark wood, giving it a rustic feel. “What should we watch?” Steph asks us all. “Oh! I really want to start the new season of The Bachelor!” Alina says all excited. “Ugh!” I groan and roll my eyes. Fuck yes! I’ve been just dying to watch it too. “Well, what do you want to watch then?” Steph asks me. “Oh…no, it’s fine you can put it on, I’m sure I’d be overruled anyway,” I say sounding defeated. C’mon, put it on already Steph! “The bachelor it is then..” Steph says with a smile. We sip at our wine and I very intently watch the TV but also try

"Then let me order you another food." "I don't think that's really necessary." "I insist." After a while he said, "Don't protest please." Her new order arrived. He did order the same thing he was eating, the kimchi fried rice and rib-eye steak and they eat their food in silence. When they finished. He said with a grave expression. "You want me to forget about you?" Paige nodded. "Then let me have four dates with you. That's all I ask." "What?"

He shouted loudly, trying to catch my attention in the distance. "Explain this to me! Are you all playing some kind of joke on me?!" His outburst drew the attention of nearby guests. But the hall was filled with noise and chatter—his voice never reached me or Devon. Lauren let out a cold laugh and sneered, "What's there to explain? Mason, do you even know how many chances Madison gave you? Can you count them? For eight years, she guarded your promise and waited. You didn't want to get married—that's your business. But what right did you have to make her wait for a ninth year?