Novel & Cerita There's A Hundred And Four Days

"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.

"The day of the Sacred Stone bonding?" "That day." She was silent for a moment. "Four years." "Four years." He ran the numbers through his mind, over fourteen hundred days, watching, recording, archiving every single day. He did not say it aloud. She walked up to him, barefoot, a head shorter. She lifted her face, her grey-blue eyes meeting his, that ring of gold like dying embers in the morning light. She took his hand, lifted it from his knee, and turned it over to expose the webbing between thumb and forefinger. No callus there, only on the joint between his index and middle fingers. She rubbed her fingertip over that thin callus; his fingers curled briefly, then straightened.

he says softly and I realize my body has ignited in flames. “I’m sorry,” I say, pulling my flames back. “Do not apologize. You have nothing to apologize for. I just don’t want anyone seeing us and my being here to cause you any problems.” I nod, pushing the tightness in my throat away. “Four days. They’ll be coming in four days.” “How many?” he asks. “All six of them.” I hear Merellien snort in the other room and we both go still until his breathing evens out again.

Chapter Thirteen Day Four Friday. Morning come around as it usually does every risen morning, that sound that Bisola hated the most in her entire lifetime pierced her hearing, Bisola hissed and used her pillow to covered her ears with the hope to stopped the sound of alarm from getting to her ear, but the pillow was of no use.

I asked in a small voice. “Of course, it’ll be my pleasure,” her face lit up, “besides you’ll need those powers to protect you in four days time,” her tone was more serious this time. “In four days?” my face contorted in confusion, matching the expressions on the guys’ faces. “What’s happening in four days, Hyacinth?” Alex demanded to know. “A full moon is coming, and not just any, a blood moon,” she didn’t have to say more for us to know what that meant.

The yoga room and swimming pool were active again, accompanied by a few erotic noises… Night passed. The apocalypse had entered its fifty-fourth day. Ray gazed out the window. As the sun rose, the thick fog began to dissipate, as if guided by an invisible hand.

Hearing my acquiescence, Fabian Gates was overjoyed. “That’s dope! I knew I hadn’t misjudged you! Since I’m being considerate, just get me two brand new Audi R8s. If you’re short on cash, I can hook you up with an absolutely reliable money lender!” R8? Over three million dollars each? What am I, his sugar daddy? I sneered and probed cautiously, “Have you gotten permission from Ms. Jefferson’s husband to marry her?”

Not 177 days. 24 hours until two hundred enhanced children were activated simultaneously. 24 hours until the world changed forever. 24 hours to save them all. Or lose everything.

Toward whatever end is waiting. Twenty-three hours and fifty-nine minutes. I'll be there in four.

Again. *There:* Cell 14. James counts. Day 5,121. `One down. 4,192 to go.` One side: bleeding, but standing. Other side: watching for the next crack.