Three Days To See Book Novels & Stories

BOOK 3: Chapter 17: Day Four – His Door, Her Fall On this particular day, Amanda knows—no, decides—that she has to take matters into her own hands. She cannot continue like this. Everything about it is spiraling, dangerously unhinged. This is the fourth day since Gregory left for his trip, and her reality has unraveled into something that feels more like a fever dream than a marriage. She must do something, anything, before the obsession devours her whole. Before it transforms into something so powerful, so uncontrollable, that even she can't stop it.

I wrote the tenth line of the book on a Tuesday morning in March while Eleanor was asleep in the carrier against my chest and the Washington spring was making its first tentative appearance through the study window and Adaeze had sent me the first cut of the documentary rough footage with a message that said simply: "Tell me what you see."

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.

Try to see what my mom saw. Nothing. Just Ethan. Handsome, intense, with those eyes that always seem to see too much. Three days. Three days until I get answers or walk away forever. I just hope I’m ready for whichever one it turns out to be.

Three days. To the rest of Oakhaven, three days was just a blink of an eye—a few sunrises, a few sunsets, and the mundane rhythm of a city that never stopped breathing. But for Zara, these three days had felt like three agonizing centuries. Since the disastrous night at the restaurant, the world had turned gray. The vibrant colors of her ambition had been washed away by the rain that had soaked her to the bone that night.

And what was worse, he is a married man with a daughter. LET ME KNOW IF YOU ARE EXCITED TO READ IT! I need a maximum word for publishing this chapter, so it is repeated. ATTENTION TO ALL MY READERS! I HAVE GOOD NEWS FOR YOU! PART TWO FOR THE TRIPLETS GAME IS UPCOMING! TITLE : BLIND DATE WITH CHAD MACMILLER BLURB : The triplet sex game ended. The debt was paid. But for Chad Macmiller, the real fight is just beginning. His brother Thane took everything — his company, his power, his name — by starting a new triplet game with deadlier rules. Chad was foolish enough to play.

"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."

“This is your last warning to speak –“ Britney and I , watch in absolute horror as a small wave of some sort emits from her hands which begins to float towards us. Andrew is the first to come into contact with it , and this making him fall to the fall with a heavy thud. I rise from my bed , watching as Britney also fall unconscious by it’s touch – my sudden movement earns me a growl from the wolf. I start backing away , trying my hardest to not end up like either of the unconscious people around me. My back hits against the cave wall , I am trapped. The wave reaches me , immediately I am engulfed in the most peaceful and warmest feeling ever – like cuddling up with your parents on a cold nig

The profile of that girl who was to be married in two hours, stared back at me, wondering why I couldn't get my eyes off her. That girl was me. In that gaze rushed a haze of elation, mixed with disquietude, not to forget those maddening thoughts which pulled from every corner, striking me. I was worried. Not because I was getting married. Oh, not at all. After all, I was the one who agreed to take this path. But my worries now, were of the fact that it had come much sooner that expected. I could remember I was counting down the days to me finally being with the man I love, and the last time I checked, it was just three days left.

I looked around the room, meeting every eye. “The Council built their kingdom on fear. We will burn it down with truth.” Then I turned to Tessa, and for a moment - just a moment - everything else faded. “Three days,” I murmured to her. “They gave us three days.” She nodded once. “Then we’ll spend every second of it getting ready to end them.”