In 27 Days Novels & Stories

We reached the east wing. Two guards stood outside a room. One of them opened the door. Inside, a man sat tied to a chair. His face was bruised, but he was conscious. He lifted his head when we entered. His eyes immediately found Luca. Then moved to me. His expression changed. He stared at me for several seconds. Then whispered, “She's alive.” I froze. Luca stepped in front of me. “Who are you?” The man laughed weakly. “I've been waiting twenty years to see her.”

Not feeling great and I kind of need my best friend’s comfort. His reply comes fast. Zade: Oh, so you’re in need of someone’s comfort and you don’t come to me? Wow, I’m hurt. I roll my eyes, I wish he could see my face right now. Ava: I said best friend. Now can you cover for me or not? Zade: I don’t have to cover for you. Mom and Dad are on an emergency business trip. They’ll be gone for seven days. Ava: Wow, really?

Three hundred thirty-eight scratches on the wall. Twenty-seven days to go. Less than a month. Brynn could feel the end now the way you feel warmth before you see the fire. Twenty-seven days, and then the council's deadline, and then a gate that opened outward instead of locking her in.

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.”

“But this? You staying with me? It’s not just for show, Cass. I meant it. I want you there. With me.” My heart pounded. “What if they find out? About us?” “Then we deal with it,” he said firmly. “But right now, we have twenty days. Let’s use them.” I nodded, a thrill racing through me. Twenty days. In his penthouse. Alone. The possibilities stretched out like an open road—terrifying, exhilarating.

The only words that rang in my head were the four months left before Carla turned twenty. Taking my phone off the nightstand, I checked the calendar. For the exact time left for me. Four months was just my wild guess. Seconds of scrolling through the calendar gave me what I was searching for. The exact time left. Three months and a few weeks. 118 days left. If I was being precise. Returning my phone to the nightstand, I shut my eyes for a little sleep. But the time left rang in my ears. 118 days. I had just 118 days to win my mate.

“You’re biting more than you can chew, Elyra. But get ready to have a taste of your own medicine. It’s going to be a really long ride.” I stared at the note, then read it again a third time. My chest felt tight. The living room suddenly seemed too quiet, and the ticking clock on the wall somehow sounded louder than usual. I stood there frozen in the middle of the room, the paper trembling slightly in my hand. Seven days. That was all I had left. Only seven days until the event. Seven days until everything I had spent months building either changed my life forever, or collapsed completely. I swallowed hard. Every confirmed order, every late night, everything I had worked for sat seven days aw

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?"

I needed to put space between myself and that room and that conversation and the look on his face when he said Nightfall Pack. What happened in those seven days? I had been unconscious for all of it, completely, helplessly unconscious while Adrian had seven days of unrestricted access to think, to investigate, to map out whatever picture he was building around me. Seven days was a long time for a man like him. Seven days was enough time to build something significant.

Zique's obsidian eyes widened. "W-What date is today?" Damion took out his phone, looking down at it. "It's the twenty fifth..." "The...The...The twenty fifth?" Zique breaths shortened, his hands clenching by his sides. "The twenty fifth?" "What?" Damion asked. "Is it...it couldn't really be today...is it?" Gabe shook his head, shifting in his seat. "No, it's the twenty seventh...two days. We have...no he has two days."