The Next 365 Days Novels & Stories

Maha gloated. “Then… have you been given a deadline?” “Within three days. I’ll be taking action on the third day.”

But at least this cage has an exit date. Twenty-three days. We can survive twenty-three days. We've survived worse. Together. Always together.

“It's just three days. What's the worst that could happen?” Yeah, three days with you… and your ex wife. What's the worst that could happen? Right?

“Three days. That’s all you’ve got to be here.” Oh, no… no, no. NO!

Should she escape it now? Maybe she should just tell her about Andre already. Fine. She could just start from the beginning. “Okay. I had...” She noticed somehow that her mum was sleeping and not even paying attention to her. She groaned tiredly. “forget it” she said. Happily her mum turned back to sleep. she huffed and got up from the bed. To hell with them all. * 3 days later. *Saturday* * “boo boo... I said I, Emma is back.” Emma shook her tiny butt in Gracie's face.

I shivered. "This is just the beginning; you have three days left."

Just a few more days. That’s it. Wednesday… I’m out. And I can’t wait.

Rule 3: 90 days. Rule 3: Gone. End

It could temporarily cut off our link with our wolves and block our memories. "You want to wipe out all traces of me from your mind," I said flatly. I stared at him in a daze. I could feel my wolf trembling like I was. My mate was going to devote himself to keeping another she-wolf company. "No, Melody! It's only for 21 days." Dylan tried to explain himself softly, as if he were trying to coax a pup. "When she's gone, I'll come back. We'll have the bonding ceremony, just like we planned. We're true mates. Our wolves get on so well. They're inseparable."

I’m consumed by guilt for all the things I’d thought and said to him. “Room service,” the voice calls again. Zayn moves first. He goes to answer the door. I let out a heavy breath. My hand brushes my wrist instinctively. I look down at the inconspicuous number etched on my left wrist: 364. A day is gone. Three hundred and sixty-four days left to destroy the people who destroyed me. My throat tightens. What if I fail? What if nothing changes? What if fate still drags me to the same grave waiting at the end of the road?