In 27 Days Novels & Stories

In less than twenty one days to be exact. No, she is ready to fight and take in the arctic cold chilling her bones. In just less than Twenty One Days, she won't be able to have her husband all to herself but she is ready to fight for the love she wasted and she will do that In Twenty One Days and that is her vow before her head hit the pillow. She cuddled her daughter and fell into a dreamless sleep willing her mind to dream about a way to have her husband and she did. She was so anxious that she couldn't sleep well so she stood up to execute her plan.

She explains. A week. That is seven days. Adding to the days remaining before the royal hunt which begins this week Saturday it makes it almost twelve days. Twelve days minus the twenty days I have left and that is eight days remaining. Eight days is not enough. "What time is it?" Ruby stands up, looking out of the window. I follow her gaze and realize that the sun is already up. "it's noon—or almost noon I guess." "Then let's go." "Go where?

They never did. ————- Author’s Note Hey loves! 🖤 Welcome to Twenty Seven Days— I’m so excited you’re here for this one because this story has been living in my head for a long time and I think you’re going to feel every single word. A few things before we dive in: This book is a slow burn. Like, a real one. I know, I know — but I promise every chapter is building something and when it pays off, it’s going to HIT. Scarlett and Xavier are both incredibly guarded people and watching them crack each other open is the whole story.

"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 drained the scotch in one burning gulp. 730 days. I could do this. I had to. Even if it destroyed me in the process.

A countdown timer. Sixty-nine days. Twenty-three hours. Fourteen minutes. And counting down. Below the timer, text. Changed my mind. Seventy days is too long. Too boring. Too much time for you to prepare. So I’m accelerating. Sixty-nine days now. Then I activate everyone. Then the world changes. Better work fast, bestie. Time’s running out. “She knows.” My stomach dropped. “She knows we’re planning something. That’s why she’s accelerating. She’s trying to force us to rush.”

Day 27 Thirty three days to go. Time was ticking faster than usual, rubbing the number inscribed on her palm, her ringing phone snapped her out of her thoughts. She didn’t want to pick the call—there was no point, she already knew who it was. Ever since she left her house that day, Eleanor hadn’t stopped calling her. She knew she had to speak to her at some point, but she still needed space to digest the revelation.

seemed to be no longer waiting for him in the same place! Two years. More than seven hundred days and nights.... Was it really too late?

3:01 PM. No beep. No clock. No 11 seconds. Just February. Breathing. Just us. Counting. Not days. Not seconds. Just… us. 1. Me. 2. Adrian. 3. Alex. 4. Ivy. 5. Isla. 6. Bear. 7. February. _Thump-thump. Thump-thump._ “Day 271,” Adrian said. Quiet. Not counting. Naming. “How’s 7.” “Perfect,” I said. Kissing February’s head. Smelled like new. Like always. Like after. “How’s 1 through 6.”

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"