In 27 Days Novels & Stories

his hand move to stroke a stray strand of my hair, “and every night after that.” I think of the papers stacked on my mother’s table, my father staring blankly at the TV, Ethan’s shallow breathing, the men who came to our door last month, smiling like predators who know you have no options and I wonder how much longer I can pretend any of this will fix itself. “Seven days, love.” He steps closer, lifting my chin until our lips are inches apart. “That’s how long I’m willing to wait. After that, this opportunity disappears like it was never real.”

The empty road offered no answer. Only silence. Then— Buzz. My entire body froze. The phone. My shaking fingers reached for it. A new message flashed across the screen. Unknown Number. Instantly, dread curled through my chest. Slowly, I opened it. The pale glow illuminated my tear-streaked face. One sentence. Only one. Yet it felt like a death sentence. My blood turned to ice. YOU HAVE SEVEN DAYS LEFT.

Day 28 Military Base 6:00 AM Agent Collins didn’t knock. She opened the door. With a calendar. A big one. Red X through 28 days. 20 she said. 20 days until November 3rd. 20 days until you walk into that courtroom and the world watches. Nico and I sat up. Instantly awake. From today, she said. No more light days. No more breaks. We train like the trial is tomorrow. Because it might as well be.

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.

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."

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.”

"One month. They want you to start at the beginning of February." One month. Thirty days. Four weeks. That's all the time we had left before everything changed.