There's A Hundred And Four Days Novels & Stories

He grabs me hard and kisses me like it’s been years. Fuck. I whimper into his mouth. Four days. Four whole days. I’m dripping.

I didn't reveal my feelings but I was so badly battered and hurt right now. "Xavier, " Marcus, who was sitting far down the table, finally spoke. His tone was even but I could detect a bit of his stress. "I want the group to understand that I voiced the time frame issue in the last meeting. Forty days is…." "Forty days is the order of the day, " Edmund said without a trace of kindness, but passed his information with absolute certainty that it was the last word. It was as if he was saying to Marcus he had no say in my matter.

he said vaguely. “For how long?” My voice was barely above a whisper. “Three hundred and fifty-eight days,” he replied.

I said. Fourteen days. I could wait fourteen days. I had waited four years. Fourteen days was nothing. Fourteen days was everything. Both of those things were true at the same time. I had stopped needing them to be otherwise.

Pressed her forehead against the cool mirror. Three hundred and forty-four days left. She was so screwed. And the worst part? Deep down, where she refused to look, she was starting to wish this wasn't pretend

she cautioned. "What is the alternative?" Alpha Jaxon demanded, looking distraught. "What if the wraiths never leaves?" A silence stretched. “Then we count our dead,” she said softly. “And hope they stop at seven.” Seven. I stepped back, heart racing. My shoulder brushed against the wall. The rough concrete grounded me even as my mind spun. Seven days. We were on day four. Inside my head, the wraiths laughed gently. “He counts like a child,” they said. “One, two, three, four. We count in centuries.”

Eleanor Berkshire-Beaumont looked up at the voice and saw a nurse standing at the foot of her hospital bed. “Your discharge has been processed. Please collect your medication at the reception desk and pay your bills at the billing counter.” The nurse left, and Eleanor sat there on the bed, looking out the window. It was the fourteenth day since her car accident. The fourteenth day of being alone in a hospital room. The fourteenth day of realizing that no one was ever going to give a damn about her. She could understand why her family wouldn’t come to see her, but the fact that Nicholas hadn’t even visited her once in 14 days…

Adela thought and asked. "The most accurate notification system is in forty days." Max replied. "Only forty days? Well, I'm curious about one thing." Adela crossed her arms over her chest, she said flatly, her face full of excitement rather than fear of the future. "Curiosity? What?" Max is confused.

Eighty-four. Eighty-four days until the accord ended. Eighty-four days to decide if it continued. Keth found her there an hour later. “You look like you’re doing math,” Keth said. Luna nodded. “Eighty-four days.” Keth followed her gaze to the camp. “Feels longer.” Luna nodded again. “It is.” They stood in silence for a while. Then Keth said, “Council sent the extension proposal this morning.” Luna looked at him. “Terms?”

He was looking at me. He was not looking at my mouth or my hands or the book. He was looking at the place between my eyes the way a man looked at a thing he had been afraid to look at directly and had decided to look at anyway. "There are more," he said. "...How many?" "Forty-one. I have the rest. I am going to give you one a day for forty-one days. So you do not have to hold all of them at once." I closed my eyes.