Those Days Novels & Stories

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."

for the less than 30 days I have left. "Why don't you come with us?" Darius says to me, and Ruby gives him a glare. "hut up." They are really fun. I would really love to spend some more time with them, but I am afraid that I might get used to it. Shaking my head, I smile once more. "Thanks a lot for your help. It would have taken more time to get here without your help." "It was nothing much." Ruby and Mutas. "Ah, still, thanks a lot, you people. Okay, then. Goodbye." I strap my bag to my back, giving it a light wave.

Becca smirked and shook her head, helping Kendra copy her notes. "Just that you're so grumpy." Becca said and everyone held back their laughs. "I am not. Its just," Demitri rubbed his face, his eyes especially,"morning ya know." Demitri bluffed and closed his binder. "Cheer up, we're gonna study together later and I don't want you to act like an ass." Becca said. "yeah, sure. We'll see." Demitri said. The rest of the class was uneventful. Just more notes and more homework pages. The other classes were all the same. For other students, this day may have seemed tedious or even frustrating. For Demitri and Becca, this was a typical good day of productive learning.

It was dark and still when Lucas woke in his bedroom. The covers were like warm clouds, and he was engulfed. He didn’t want to get out of bed, but knew that he had quite the day ahead of him. After a few minutes of debating with himself, Lucas rose from his bed with the covers still wrapped around him and walked over to the window. This was a moment he wanted to soak in. He absorbed the chill radiating from the hard floor, and allowed the warmth of the covers to spread through his body. The sun was starting to peak up from the horizon, and the smell of coffee was looming from the automatic coffee maker in the kitchen. Lucas particularly enjoys sun rises more than sun sets, he believes the be

If I had, I would have never been able to see her beautiful little face and the way they play together every single day. Today, Aunt Lisa, Rosalee and Skye are coming over to take me on a girl’s day. They figure I have had a hard enough time of it, I could use a little me time. But what they don’t understand is the fact that they are my world now and without that little girl and that man of mine, I would have been lost a while ago. Hearing the front door open, I turn my head to see Rosalee peek in. “Ah, there you are. Are you ready?” She asks happily and then I see Lisa and Skye trail in behind her.

"Naomi too." "One woman once went thirteen days without water, though the average is about three. You're tough. I think you can handle another day or two before it gets really serious." I don't answer him. Conserving my energy is more important right now than making conversation with a monster like Frank. He's just playing games anyways. If he allowed it, he could have three or more Warriors just come in here, hold me down, and let them do whatever they wanted with me. But he won't do that. He's purposely waiting for me to give up, because he gets some sick pleasure from this.

Margot made a face—a complex, multi-layered expression that communicated at least seven different things, none of which had anything to do with forensic accounting. ​Scarlett looked at the ceiling. "Don't." ​"I'm not doing anything," Margot said innocently. ​"You're doing the face." ​"I don't have a face. This is just my face." ​"Margot." ​"I’m just noting," Margot said, her voice dripping with implication, "that it is very much a Thursday." ​"I know what day it is," Scarlett muttered. ​"Good," Margot said. "Me too."

It looks like a tattoo… and it raises questions too, but it’s good enough to conceal the mark, so the question is less dangerous. Done, I let my hair fall over my shoulders and pace for a minute. Somehow, I’m too curious to know why she’s here, and against the voice in my head, I walk out of my room, footsteps as silent as a graveyard. Their voices slowly filter to life… they’re having quite an argument that I can’t fully grasp. Something about… I pull closer, not so much so that neither of them sees me perched on the stairs. “Three days, Kailey.” Dominic groans and pushes his seat backward, causing the legs to angrily scrape on the shiny floors. “Three days. That’s all you’ve got to be here

Sort of. We found we could go about three days before we went cum crazy. Jennifer started calling them 'O-days,' the days where we were finally granted relief from edging ourselves off the walls. Our next O-day was set for Sunday. Again, I told myself we'd reached our limit in what we would do with each other. Again, I was an idiot. I was still asleep when Jennifer came into my room on a lazy Saturday morning. She pounced on my bed and prowled up to my head. Her face inches from mine. I blinked awake.

“Sо аrе уоu trуіng аgаіn today?” “We’re on a dіffеrеnt аѕѕіgnmеnt tоdау, but wіll plan аnоthеr ореrаtіоn in a few dауѕ.” “A few days? And what about Aрrіl?”