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I had been in a relationship with Celine Jodie for seven years, but she married her first love, Dylan Graham, a month before our wedding. One afternoon, I was checking the guest list when a screenshot popped up in the wedding planning group. The screenshot was of another group chat called 'Our Promise at 18'. There was a photo of Celine and Dylan standing at the entrance of the local county clerk's office, holding their marriage certificate, and below were people who responded with texts. Her brother, Jordan Jodie, said: [Did you manage to keep it a secret from Gabriel? Don't let him delay the wedding over this matter.] My best friend, Isaac Tatum, replied: [Don't worry, he's still wait

No later scholar's note dismissing the claim as myth. "How many days." My voice came out smaller than I wanted it to. "What?" "Until my birthday. Exactly." Tristan pulled out his phone, thumb moving across the screen. "Thirty days." Thirty days. I sat down hard in the nearest chair, the book still open in my lap. "I have three daughters." More to myself than to him. "If this is real. If I can't—" "Don't." Tristan crouched in front of me, gripping both my hands. "Don't go there yet."

One month before the college entrance exam, I ask my childhood friend, Nicholas Lund, about a test question I don't know how to answer. He doesn't even let me into the house. Instead, he casually sends me a link to a cheap online tutor. "I hired you an online tutor. It's only 20 bucks for the next 30 days." I am stunned for several beats, but a moment later, he sends me another message. "Marissa, do you know that everyone is saying you're like a piece of gum attached to my shoe? Stop bothering me with all these stupid questions. How are you going to bear the responsibility for disturbing my and Hails' revision time?" When I lift my head, I happen to spot the school belle, Hailey Lane, si

Three Months Long is a story set in Abuja, in predominantly two districts, Wuye and Jabi. Peter and Olivia are in love and want to have a future together. However, Olivia is older than Peter by a few years and already a graduate while Peter is still a freshman in the university . While Peter’s family is not perturbed about the difference in age and academics , Olivia’s family won't have any of it. Peter promises Olivia a forever love but will their love stand the stern test from their parents and the Nigerian society where it's expected for a man to be several years older than his partner? As the story unravels, love, fear, uncertainty, parental pressures determination, trust and values are

"I would have loved to accompany you but i am in charge of this company and I just got this position not too long ago so I can't afford to leave for a whole week." She nods. "It's okay. I understand, Mila. Furthermore, Matilda will be with me. You know how much I love her." Yea, she sure does. "When will you be leaving the country." "Tonight." "For how long will you stay in India for the surgery?" She huffs. "He said five days." I ask her the amount of money needed for the surgery and the trip to India. She gives me the fixed amount and I decide to add on some more coins. She's my best friend. I would want her to do the same for me if I was in the same position.

Day 7 Another day. 23 days left. Patima woke up with a big grin on her face. Today is Sunday, they all plan to go to Church later, at 9 in the morning. She quickly gets up on her bed to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She then walks out of her bedroom after. She marathoned down the stairs and to the kitchen. "Patima, you look happy today" the said girl looked at the dining area and rolled her eyes.

Then Theo said, very slowly, "Thirty days." "Yes." "As in one month." "That is what thirty days means, yes." He stared at me. I stared back at him. He looked down at his notepad, wrote something, looked back up at me. "Okay," he said, in the voice of a man who had decided he was simply not going to process this information right now and would deal with it at a later time. Kate raised her hand like we were in a classroom. "Ma'am, when you say thirty days, do you mean thirty days from today specifically or is that like a general ballpark kind of thirty?"

“We'll continue this discussion in the car. Get in.” “No. There's nothing left for us to talk about here. This is not part of our agreement, and that's final.” I grab her arm lightly, pulling her towards the passenger's door. “Fine, then. We're no longer going to talk about this until you calm down.” “You're asking me to calm down?” She whips her arm away, huffing as I pulled open the door. “Hell no. I will not calm down. You have my body for thirty days. Nothing more, nothing less.”

I gave him a warm smile and he looked back at Henry. Then he looked at the PM, who agreed with Henry and was waiting for his commitment. "Thirty days would be enough," he cleverly said instead of saying one month, which may sound too far. "Thirty days you have. Thank you for coming."

“No exceptions. No excuses. And no ending it early.” The room becomes still. Not in a big way. But enough. Thirty days. It’s longer than a joke. Long enough to be a problem. Long enough to matter. “And if I refuse?” I ask. Adrian’s eyes meet mine, steady and unbothered. “You won’t.” He’s right. Refusing would be… unnecessary. This isn’t a situation that needs avoiding. It’s a small problem. Easy to handle and temporary. Thirty days is not much in the grand scheme of things. And relationships— are not important.