Tres Meses Novels & Stories

It was the cue. 8:30 p.m. The gala would last until midnight, and Mr. Surya was planning a long speech that usually took an hour. This was the perfect window. “Davian, I need to use the restroom. I’m feeling a bit nauseous,” Dewangga said, clutching his stomach convincingly. Davian narrowed his eyes, studying him as if scanning for lies down to his bones. “Don’t take too long. Ten minutes. If you’re not back, I’ll send Elena to find you.”

But I couldn't stop the terrifying, frantic thumping of my heart inside my ribs, nor could I ignore the small piece of leaf-parchment stuck directly to the front of the treaty script. You have three full moon cycles to give your answer. Three moons. That was all the time I had left.

the waiter asked, handing over the menu to Michael. A plate of fries rice,turkey and a glass of water Michael said, and handed over the menu to Ella " I thinkink I will have whatever he is having, Ella said, smiling handing over the book to the waiter. So long have you been working there? Michael asked after the waiting left I'm kind of new, Ella answered, I'm just three months old there she said. So you owe me an apology he said, gazing at her Yeah I do she said,i sincerely want to apologize for any inconvenience we might have caused you,by falling get your dress ready as at when given,she said waiting for his response

Three Months Long is a story set in Abuja, in predominantly two districts, Wuye and Jabi. Peter and Olivia are in love and want to have a future together. However, Olivia is older than Peter by a few years and already a graduate while Peter is still a freshman in the university . While Peter’s family is not perturbed about the difference in age and academics , Olivia’s family won't have any of it. Peter promises Olivia a forever love but will their love stand the stern test from their parents and the Nigerian society where it's expected for a man to be several years older than his partner? As the story unravels, love, fear, uncertainty, parental pressures determination, trust and values are

Do you think I will get better? ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Three weeks Later

"Three days," Mira said. She was standing in Lena's chamber doorway with a schedule for the coming week in one hand and an expression that suggested the schedule was no longer entirely relevant. "The Red Moon is three days away. Earlier than expected. The court astronomers revised the calculation this morning."

Three months, and I'd be, hopefully, a semi-non-traumatic memory she could stuff away. Three months without actual conversation. Great.

Hugged her. Hugged me briefly. Followed James and Eleanor to the car. We stood at the door and watched them drive away, and the morning was cold and clear and the street was empty after, and Aria leaned into me slightly. “Three of them,” she said. “In three months.” “Yes,” I said. “I love them,” she said. Simply. “Yes,” I said. “Me too.” She looked at me. “You said that easily,” she said. “Yes,” I said again.

Three months. Three months...! Three months... THREE MONTHS!!! She has three months to live. Just three months. Three months...! One week later, these words have become a mantra in her head, ringing like an abhorred ringing tone that wouldn't change. In the dark of the night, Ismena stood in front of her bedroom window, looking out to the full moon that dominated the night sky, making it more beautiful to gaze at. She hasn't told her family about her visit to the doctor. Her poor mother will cry herself to the grave way before her three months are up. And her younger sister?

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