Three Days Of Happiness Novels & Stories

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I had planned a Wednesday the way I'd spent five years planning everything with attention, with care, with the quiet intention of making something feel like it mattered. I stared at it all on the center console. "You planned this," I said. "You planned a thirty-day list," he said. "I planned a Wednesday." I didn't trust my voice right away. So I took one of the cups and held it with both hands and looked at the screen where the trailers were just starting and I breathed carefully, the way you breathe when you're trying to keep something from rising.

The light turned green. The cars behind me honked, dragging me out of my reverie. I wiped away the final traces of my feelings for Benjamin and drove off. The sun shone brightly ahead of me—my future looked bright, too. … Three years later, I participated in a global documentary competition and won. After the competition, I gave my fans autographs. I'd spent the past three years throwing myself into charity work and filming documentaries. I traveled the world with my colleagues, recording the lives of creatures that were bordering extinction.

"And I'd rather die as myself than live as him. Promise me. All of you. Promise you'll do what needs to be done." They don't want to. I see it in their eyes. The refusal. The denial. The desperate hope. But finally, they nod. "We promise." Three days. I have three days left to live. Three days to love them. Three days to say goodbye. We spend every second together. Making love. Talking. Crying. Preparing. On the third day, I wake up different. Colder. Angrier. Wrong. "It's starting," I gasp. "He's waking up."

I tightened my grip on the tray. Three days. Just survive three days.

His mind was thinking of all sorts of possibilities when his phone buzzed. Radha has created a Whatsapp group: Trip Buddies" she has added Mike, Mary, and Josh. She sent her wedding card to all. It was a 3-day ceremony. First-day engagement, 2nd-day cocktails, Henna and Sangeet(music and dance), and 3rd the final day is the wedding. Indians are so much obsessed with weddings. I mean 3 days for marriage. Seriously. He thought. But then suddenly It also came to his mind that it means he can see Mary consecutively for 3 days.

otherwise I would have died of loneliness. ........... "Oh... my... baby.." I was swinging Hazel in my arms and cooing on her ears as she was sleeping soundly in my arms. I just don't want her to be away from me neither does she. I smile and stroke her cheek. It was my third day after all the tragic events occurred in my life. The void in my life can never be filled but there's a little hope of happiness because of Hazel. She's in my arms and I'll make sure that I'll not endanger her life like I did with Nadia.

"But if you feel otherwise, you can take the couch, and I'll sleep on the bed." "It's not like I was planning to sleep in bed with you" I huffed and placed my bag on the couch before sitting down with a curse. The motherf*cker. Always saying inappropriate stuff. "You can enjoy yourself while we're here. You might not get to do so again." "And how long are we going to be here?" "Three days. One day for the rehearsal dinner. Another for the wedding and the last day for the after-party. We can leave after the wedding though. A workshop awaits us in South Korea"

Three days. That was all the time we had. Three nights of holding each other like the world might end, three mornings where I woke up tangled in his warmth, his breath against my skin, his heartbeat steady beneath my cheek. Three days of soft smiles, lingering touches, and whispered promises in the quiet hours when the rest of the world was asleep. Three days of being his, and him being mine. And then it all shattered. I didn’t see it coming. None of us did.

Three Days Dylan's POV I had been trapped in Isla's pocket dimension for three days. At least I thought it was three days. Time was meaningless here and moved in strange circles. Sometimes hours felt like minutes. Sometimes minutes stretched into eternities. My only anchor to reality was the mate bond with Nadia and even that felt thin and distant. It stopped me from seeing them.