There's A Hundred And Four Days Novels & Stories

"Buffy, on Day 83 we need to get him a new mattress." "Nice," Buffy agreed. Day 83? Oh...fuck. My internship lasted 84 days; 3 times 28. For some now less arcane reason, Havenstone used a 28 day cycle for all their business. Two things usually kept to a 28 day calendar - the Moon and menstrual cycles.

He was staring at me like he’d been waiting for me to finally arrive at the conclusion he hinted at from day one. “It’s fine,” I said quietly. “I’ll figure it out. You’ll hear something positive from me soon, sir.” I stood up, even though my legs felt heavier than they should. “Good.” He nodded once. “But Brad… remember you now have only four days left out of the 14 days that you were originally given.” “I remember,” I said, trying to sound like a man who wasn’t internally falling apart. “I’ll get back to you soon, just like I said.”

“I know.” Outside, the lake was dark. Inside, the fire was high. 347 days left. No contract. No countdown. Just a throne. Just a war. Just us.

Aaron stood up to go, he payed for the coffee and biscuits and was about to go, when he turned to look at Dario. "You said a hundred days?" He nodded. "How many days gone?" "Five" Aaron chuckled softly, "you have ninety five days to get married. Congrats."

“Terrified.” “Good.” “How is that good?” “Because you care. Because it matters. Because you’re invested.” He pulls me close. “You’re going to be brilliant. And when you come home Monday night exhausted and overwhelmed, I’ll be here. We’ll be here. Reminding you that you can do this.” “Promise?” “Promise.” “Forty-four days,” I say. “Until?” “Until the divorce is final. Until we can figure out forever.” “Forty-four days. Then I’m asking you something important. And hopefully you’ll say yes.”

Three days. ---

“Mr. Smith! The baby is almost out of breath. We’re performing CPR… If you truly care about him, come over quickly to save him!” Hearing that, Susan’s smile deepened. “Eason, there’s no time left. Are you signing or not?” My hands trembled as I reached for the pen. Bang! The door was slammed open. My grandfather’s butler, Sam, burst in with four bodyguards dressed in black. Sam shouted, “It’s wrong! Everything is wrong!”

Silence stretched between us. Lucan finally moved, he set his glass down as he stared at me. “What a strong argument you have Mrs Williams, but as you said we didn't go all the way.” he said leaning slightly towards me. He was directly opposite me, yet it seemed like there was no space between us. “ I have actually made adjustments on my end of the deal. Instead of a night, I want 100 days with you.”

She replied “You have four days.” He turned to a guard, who nodded back. “Four working days to come up with something.” There was Camille to come up with a good plan, so yeah. Four working days and the weekends was perfect. It was just one day short of a week. “Four days is perfect.” She replied, this time confidently. Octavio nodded.

"A day? I don't understand." Crystal took a deep breath. "A day. From 12 am to 12 am. 24 hours. 1440 minutes. 86400 seconds. One day with only Anne, you & I."