Three Days 소설 & 이야기

A family of three. The photos were arranged neatly in chronological order, from maternity shoots to his one-month celebration, all the way to Cody’s second birthday. As the so-called mother who had raised him for three years, I didn’t have a single proper photo with him. My entire body trembled as I stared at Dorian. "Three years ago, in the delivery room… The child I gave birth to… Where is that baby?" Dorian didn’t dare meet my eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed. His voice came out dry.

And for the first time, he looked like a man who was afraid. “Three days,” he said. “We’re going to need more than three days.”

His jaw tightened at the last word, and he didn’t look at me. But the meaning was clear. They thought he was vulnerable. He wasn’t. I had seen him fight, I had felt his strength. There was nothing weak about him. Damon pushed back his chair suddenly and stood, pacing the room like a caged wolf. “I leave at dawn,” he said. “I will be gone for three days.” My heart squeezed. Three days. Three days in enemy territory,three days where anything could happen. Three days where I wouldn’t know if he was alive or dead.

Her hair spread across my pillows, skin flushed, that shy little grin she tried to hide. Heat rushed south so fast I had to stop walking for a second. Fuck. I leaned against the nearest wall, dragged a hand over my face, and let out a rough breath. Three days. Just three days until Friday. I could wait. I’d wait forever if I had to. But damn if my body wasn’t making that promise a whole lot harder....

I would have come home to pack my clothes even if I was going away for a trip, but I never once came home during this period. All of my things were at home, but I was gone. The neighbor left. Lori quickly took out her phone to call my best friend. "Hello, have you seen Chad recently?" My friend sounded puzzled on the other end of the call. "I was about to ask you the same question. It's been more than three months since I last saw him. Where did he go?" Lori was unable to answer my friend. Her fingers clenched the phone tightly, betraying her anxiousness.

I said. "Three to seven days," he said. The bond was warm. The function was warm. The ordinary extraordinary days. Almost there.

“If I get to pick the three days.” My blood instantly turned cold. One of the reasons I settled on the three days was to hope it would fall on the weekend. “And which days are those?” I asked, shoulders tightening. Zane shrugged. “They aren’t set. Could be Monday to Wednesday one week, could be another day next week.” I froze. Great. Now, I’d be crossing my fingers, holding my breath begging it wouldn’t fall on the days I didn’t want it to. And I’ll be doing this. Every. Single. Week.

Every time I slept with Jennifer Brooks, I noticed that she had changed the sheets. After we finished one night, I finally asked her about it. Jennifer traced her fingers across my chest and gave me a gentle smile. "Obviously, it's because your good friend sweats so much. Every time, right before you and I do it, he gets jealous and insists on going first. I never knew a man could sweat that much during sex until I met him." My mind went blank. I stared at her in disbelief. "What did you just say?" She met my gaze, her lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Connor, your father was tortured to death in bed by the women your mother hired, not by me. So every time you lie th

My CEO wife, Bianca Bennett, who used to love me to the point of obsession, blew out the candles on her birthday cake, opened her eyes, and looked at me like I was a stranger. "Who the hell are you?" she asked. "Where’s Connor? Even if I have to get married, he’s the only one I’ll ever marry." She screamed and bolted out the door. As I stood there, utterly paralyzed, a stream of floating text suddenly flashed across my vision. [Looks like the side character is totally clueless. The female lead swapped souls with her eighteen-year-old self! She’s heading out to find her true love now.] [Honestly, he should just be grateful. If his face didn't look so much like the male lead's, he never w

Lora said. “But he wants to meet up tomorrow already?” Cela asked. “He has to catch a flight the day after tomorrow and he won’t be back until the next three months. Cela sighed. Everything seems to be going back little by little to their old form – work and only work. “Alright. Just bring him tomorrow afternoon. It’s a distraction anyway,” she said.