Picka 30 Days To Love Novels & Stories

“ But I can't gamble everything on something that could crash again. I'm not interested in relationships, I'm not built for heartbreak.” He grew silent. She'd told him before, but even after assuring her he'd never hurt her, she still told him ‘no’. He thought for a second before replying to her. “ Then let's gamble smaller. One month. That's all I'm asking. If you don't fall in love with me in thirty days, I'll let you walk away. No questions. No bitterness. I'll accept whatever we had as just…fun.” Her heart skipped, the way it always did when he looked at her like that—like she was the only thing he saw. “ You'd really do that?”

Her phone buzzed. Ethan: Thinking of you. She smiled. Maya: Me too. Ethan: Whatever you decide, I'm here. Maya: I know. Ethan: I love you. Maya: I love you too. She held the phone to her chest. Three months. A lot could happen in three months. She just had to trust.

she asked. "Yes," Noah replied, smiling at their attentive expressions. "Yes, there were. Then I made a shocking discovery: she had never been with a man before. Someone like that could never be like other girls. Someone like that could not be doubted. Knowing this, I approached her again, but this time with a different goal in mind. Trust me when I say it was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. To me, love has always been a pain. But as I chased after her, I got to know her more, and as I knew more of her, I fell deeply in love with her. I was ready to give up everything I had—my connections to the world, my wealth, even my family. It took close to five years of pursuing her befo

So she thought for a moment and said, “I know you don’t love me. How about we make a deal?” Jax sat down in the chair Keith used to sit in and looked at her seriously. “What kind of deal?” Naomi composed herself. “Three months. If you haven’t fallen for me after three months, we’ll break up peacefully. But if you do, then we’ll seriously talk about the future. During that time, in front of my parents, just try your best to act like you like me.” Jax stood up and walked over to her, placing his hand gently around her neck.

You can laugh like you never did before. In thirty days, you can fall inlove. In thirty days, you can find the person you'd want to spend forever with. But that thirty days will be over. This is a tale of healing, growth and blessings in disguise– a story of how the question "Can I stay for a while?" turned into "Can you not leave at all?"

I no longer had a full month. At best, I had three weeks to save my baby and myself. If I plan it correctly, I have one week to gather every scrap of evidence, one week to file the petition, and one week to walk free. I held onto that plan until sleep finally engulfed me. ___________ A loud knock on the door woke me up and I scrunched my nose in annoyance. “Good evening, Luna.” A maid I didn’t recognize stood in the doorway, head bowed. I sat up, pushing the sheets aside. “Is there a problem?”

"Be with me, Holly. I'll build a good life for us!" … I switched on my phone and saw 17 unread texts, with the latest one from five minutes ago. "Holly, I'm at the city hall, by the main entrance. When are you getting here?" I stared at the screen, and a laugh slipped out of me. How ironic. After 27 days of begging, all he offered was a promise to marry me in three days. Those three days came and went, and I couldn't even find the strength to call that lie out.

"At the end of thirty days, you're gone. Chrissy is my fated mate. She's who I love." "I know." And I did. I'd always known. "I'm not trying to change your mind, Antonio. I just want my due. One month. That's all.”

When she saw that we were alone, she massaged her temples in irritation and said, "You must be overworked. I'll approve some leave days for you so you can take a break for some time. "Today's our seventh anniversary. Wait for me at home. I have a surprise for you." The elevator happened to arrive at the floor I was on when Kiera finished speaking. I walked inside, still saying nothing to her. I went back home and cooked my own dinner, not waiting for her whatsoever. Kiera never returned home, even when night fell.

“You sound annoyed.” “I am annoyed. Guy shows up on the worst day of your life with a spreadsheet where his condolences should be, and you're supposed to actually consider it?” “It is reasonable, though. That's the problem. Everything about it makes sense except the part where I'd be married to someone who thinks feelings are a weakness in a negotiation.” She rubs her face. “Twenty-nine days, Kai. I don't even have a shortlist. Just a merger memo and a bunch of texts from numbers I don't know.”