Three Days To See Book Novels & Stories

Cristina says. "The third book is the best of the three," Cristina says. "Not because the others were insufficient. Because this one has the most of you in it. The practice, lived. The record, examined. The knowing, after enough distance." "Thank you for reading it first. Always." "The room mattered," Cristina says. "Even if the room was a telephone for the last seven years." She laughs. Cristina laughs. The connection between them, undiminished. The third book, complete.

The car ride had been silence and corrections, not preparation. "Three days," I said. The silence spread. Rachel's smile froze. Alexander's hand became a vice on my hip, bruising, desperate. "Three days," Rachel repeated. She turned to the people nearest us, her laugh musical and surprised. "Three days! Such a whirlwind. Such..." she looked back at me, eyes glittering, "...certainty. To know someone so completely in three days. To abandon everything for them. It must be love." "It must be," I said.

" I hung up. Blocked her. Not kicking them while they were down? That was me being merciful. *** The next day, I boarded my flight. As Clouderton shrank into a dot, I exhaled. Three years of hell—finally behind me. Zweizerland was calm, clean. I rented a cabin by the lake, slept in, took walks, read, fed geese. Logged off social media. Blocked out Carmoria and all its noise. Time really does heal. Slowly, the bitterness started to fade. I used to think love meant effort. That being real would get you the same back.

I could drop dead any second. All I cared about was my dad's broken ring. I scooped up the black shards and tucked them into a velvet box. Didn't matter how I tried to fix it—some things just don't go back. *** Three months into treatment, Lorenzo still found me. Guess Elisa caved. Lorenzo looked wrecked—scruffy, red-eyed, all that cold mafia polish worn down to something raw. "Chiara..." he croaked from the doorway. I stayed leaning on the headboard, voice barely there. "The engagement's off. We're just history now. What do you want?"

*** Three Days Later After spending our short honeymoon, we return to New York. I can never forget those three days. We had a lot of fun, marked every corner of his private island with our love, and spent most of our time lying naked on the beach, losing ourselves in each other’s arms. He also punished me on the beach for climaxing without his permission by tying me in an uncomfortable position for half an hour before finally giving me what I was yearning for.

Then she covered her face with her pillow. “This is going to be a disaster.” Across the hallway, Nate stared at his phone. In another apartment, Ilyas did the same. Three people. Three hearts. And three different secrets. But secrets rarely stay secret forever.

Three days. ---

Hi huns, Thank you so much for giving my book a chance. I hope you find the two books and two couples to your liking. I promise I will do my very best and I will keep on improving so you can live nine lives with me on different adventures. Book three will continue under this book. I hope you'll like it as much as I do. With love. JK

Is that okay? I looked at their groveling faces now, compared to how aggressive they had been earlier when they changed the locks and tried to throw me out. The irony was almost laughable. "No." I said that one word with absolutely no room for negotiation. "You!" Sloane's expression darkened. I spoke calmly, my gaze sweeping over them both. "How you manage is your problem. I won't let you stay in this house any longer. Three days. I'm giving you three days to move all your belongings out. After three days, I'm changing the locks.

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."