Thirty Days Novels & Stories

I’m still not telling you what goes on behind closed doors, what the fuck do you want us to tell you? Spin sighs, “Loyalty”? She looks into his face and innocently says, “yes”? “Have you made a decision? You said ninety days! It’s been like forty”, he questions. I feel her weight slump into me as she shakes her head and says, “Spence-”!

Almost. It was no wonder the girls swooned at his feet because he threw an ordinary can into the bin. Pfft.. she scoffed. She could do three rolls of what he just did without breaking a sweat no need for Mr Hotshot to feel so special. But... she thought, she couldn't expect anything else from a Playboy with a reputation. She'd just turned around the corner when she heard him place a bet on her with his friend. "Thirty days it is." She heard him say. What? Thirty days to get her in his bed. Ridiculous! Such nerve he had! She hadn't been tagged the Heart breaker for nothing. She hadn't been forced to transfer from her school for a

the doctor explained. Byron kept glaring at him. Then he straightened his posture. “Fine. Give me the thirty days footage,” he said, turning to speak to me, when the doctor cleared his throat. “Actually, we do not have thirty days of data. We only keep it for ten days.” As he said that, the three of us stared at him in disbelief. “So that means he went missing before ten days?” I asked. The shock was clear in my voice. If the doctor did not notice it, then he was an idiot.

My wolf cries inside me, a mournful sound that echoes through my chest. But I force myself to brighten. Force myself to sink into this moment instead of mourning the one that hasn't happened yet. We have thirty days. That's more than I had yesterday. More than I thought I'd ever get. Maybe it's enough. Maybe it has to be. "Can we at least pretend?" I whisper. "For tonight. For thirty days—pretend to be the most nauseatingly in-love pair in the world." Knox chuckles, and the sound rumbles through his chest into mine.

Greg said when they were already alone in his office. "Three days time?!" She repeated again, showing perplexity. "Yes, you may leave!" He thundered and watched Giselle walk away from his office. ** ** ** "Three days?!" Helen screamed at her friend on their way from the company. "It took me by surprise, I thought I'd start the role next week, or even next month Helen," Giselle said, looking out through the window. "Ohhhh, dear. I'm sorry," Helen said in consolation.

“Right, we only have fifteen days left to complete thirty days and I know how you must feel about me but that won’t change how I feel about you either.” “I don’t understand Mariano. What do you mean?” I asked confused. “What am trying to say is that, I just want to spend the remain last fifteen days with you alone.” This time, I was totally dumbfounded. I had no idea of what to say to him neither could I think of the words to say. He had sealed off my lips completely. We finished with our dinner and made our exit. Taking the next few steps, the sky began to let down it’s downpour of water. It was accompanied with cold air.

I thought he had lost his tongue because he was so quiet. "Deal. But—" "But again?" I asked annoyed. I also cut him off because I didn't want to hear any more nonsense. "Give me thirty days, Lessanna." I frowned at him. I don’t understand what the thirty days he’s asking for are for. "30 days for what?" I asked him confusingly. "Thirty days to fall in love with me." he said and left me abruptly. I haven't even agreed yet but if he acts like that, it's as if I'm really going to agree with his wishes.

I never even kissed this man let alone had more than an hour alone with him yet here I am feeling a strain in my heart. From here on out, he’s dead to me. I will ride out the rest of my 31 days, leave and never fucking look back.

“You weren't there so the deal didn't go through. I warned you this meeting was crucial.” “What?” I was surprised. “Well, what happens now?” I asked. I didn't want to sound selfish, or leave him stranded. “They've given us a 30 days grace period to redeem ourselves.” He said, his tone curt. “Us?” I asked, confused. I definitely wasn't interested in spending one more minute with this arrogant man. “Yes, us. You’ll have to continue as my wife for 30 days.”

“You have three more days” “If after three days, the company’s money isn’t refunded?” “You’ll wish you’d never seen me coming”.