Tres Meses Novels & Stories

“Uh, no. You go ahead.” “Thanks.” Tres stuffed the strips of bacon into his mouth. “God, you’re a pig!” Eliza exclaimed with disgust. “Whatever.” Tres leaned back in his chair and patted his stomach in satisfaction. “You know, momma’s growin’ boy and all.” “Sure, Tres. There’s only one problem with that: you haven’t grown an inch in three years.” “Here’s to hoping against hope,” he said, raising his smoothie in salute and chugging down the remains.

She gasps, covering her mouth with her hands in excitement and surprise. ‘’I would love to visit you, it’s been ages since I last saw you girl and I miss you.’’ she said and it felt like she was going to tear up. ‘’It’s just been three months Nessa, it’s not that long.’’ I replied ‘’Well, three months is enough to miss you.’’ she stated and I nodded agreeing with her. ‘’I miss you too.’’ I said smiling.

“You swore you were coming to Spain for my wedding. If I see you show up looking like a zombie because of that curly-haired blond, I’m putting you to sleep with a sedative.” Milagros smiled for the first time in hours. “I promise I won’t show up a disaster.” “Promise you’ll take care of yourself too,” Martina said. “Not just everyone else.” Milagros ended the video call with her heart beating too hard. Outside, the Montevideo night was quiet. Milagros walked to the window and pressed her forehead against the cold glass. Then she looked once more at the calendar open on her tablet. Thirty days. Thirty days in which Ayden Castell had not failed even once. And that, more than reassuring her… wa

Three days is not a long time. Three days is, in fact, the exact amount of time a person can go from being a person who is happy to be a person who is panicking. Three days is the exact amount of time between. I want people to know I am with you too, and I have not heard from him since Tuesday, and I am a person who is fine.

On the way to our wedding, my fiancé got a hysterical call from his ex-wife. "Gavin, he's having another episode. He keeps crying for his daddy." This was the third time it happened. Each time we were about to get married, her son would have another psychosomatic episode. Gavin Grant looked at me hesitantly. I knew what he was thinking, so I nodded. "I'll get out. Go ahead." He clasped my hand gratefully. "I'm sorry, Vivian. I'll make it up to you." Before I could even steady myself, he was already telling the driver to turn around. Still in my wedding dress, I stood by the side of the road and hailed a cab. Then, my phone buzzed with a message from Gavin—he'd given me $100 million.

She replied, leaving him looking lost. “What is a trimester?” Jack asked sheepishly and she laughed. “A trimester is a three month period of pregnancy. A nine months pregnancy is divided into three trimesters of three months each, and thankfully, I am in my second trimester.” she explained and he muttered an “Oh” in understanding. “I need to learn more about pregnancy then.” he replied and they both laughed. “I was on my way home when I recognized your figure standing by the balcony, I decided to come say hello.” Karen informed after their laughter had died down.

Because the word was starting to fit too easily. The leader smiled faintly. “There were three.” Rhydan went still. Draven didn’t react outwardly. But I saw it. A shift. A recognition forming. Three. My breath caught. “…three what?” The creature’s eyes locked onto mine. “Three anchors.” The bond inside me pulsed again. Harder this time. I winced. Not from pain— from pressure. Like something pressing outward. Waiting. The leader’s voice softened slightly. “You were never meant to carry it alone.”

"Let me show you that I can be a good mate to you." The room is silent, as they all wait for my answer. Logan looks sincere, but can I really trust him with my heart? "Three months," Alpha Henry announces. I look at him confused. "He has three months to prove that he wants you as his mate." "I received your letter last night, but I cannot let you go without giving you it a chance." He adds. "What are you talking about, Dad?" Logan asks, but Alpha Henry ignores him. "If after three months you still want to reject him, then I will sign your permit to leave the pack."

I gasped faintly, but I said impulsively immediately: Can't you differentiate between jealousy and a demand for respect! He rested his cheek on the palm of his hand boredly: Whatever, for the three months! I looked at him with caution and anticipation, and he said, smiling cheerfully: It will not be three. I swallowed my saliva and said in a trembling voice: What does this mean! ? He replied: I am not thinking of a specific time, but it is impossible for you to stay here for less than three or four months! He continued, pointing his fingers at me in confusion: Let's make it seven or eight, or maybe much more.