14 Hundred Hours Novels & Stories

At Evermont High, Aria Valdez is the girl no one notices—the quiet shadow in crowded hallways, the name no one bothers to remember. But everyone knows Zachary Knight. Feared, admired, and impossible to ignore, Zachary rules the school with reckless charm and a cruel reputation. A notorious heartbreaker and relentless bully, he thrives on power and attention. So when he sets his eyes on Aria, it starts as nothing more than a game. A cruel bet. A harmless target. A girl too invisible to fight back. But fate has a twisted sense of humor. The more Zachary tries to break her, the more he finds himself drawn to her quiet strength. The girl he planned to humiliate becomes the one person who sees through his arrogance… and reaches the fragile heart he never lets anyone touch. What begins as a joke slowly turns into something dangerously real. Love. But just when Aria finally lets herself believe in their impossible story, the truth shatters everything. Zachary's time is running out. And the boy she fell in love with only has 100 days left to live. One hundred days to laugh. One hundred days to love. One hundred days before goodbye. In a race against time and fate, they must face the most heartbreaking question of all— Can a love that started as a lie survive when time itself is the enemy?

Someone @'d me on Nextdoor. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow." "Don't worry, we'll give you two hundred bucks a month for upkeep. You'll make a couple hundred for doing jack shit. You should be thrilled." I stared at the screen. It was a joke. I was Don Ricci's heir, groomed to run the South Side. But I traded that life for a paintbrush. This apartment was my sanctuary, my quiet place. That rooftop garden wasn't some building perk. It was mine. I'd paid half a million cash for the deed when I bought the place. I turned it into my sunroom studio. And now someone thinks they can have it for two hundred bucks a month? I replied with two words: "Dream on." I didn't expect the building manager and two security guards at my door the next day. Someone had filed a complaint about me "misusing community resources." And now, for the sake of "neighborly harmony," they were demanding my keys. Fine. They wanted to throw civility out the window? They were about to learn what real power felt like.

My wife and I were both liars. She lied to me 99 times. "I'll forget all about him, I swear." That man was her first love. She never did forget about him. I only lied to her one time. To get her to sign the divorce papers. Time came to the final day of the cooling-off period. Three hours before it was up, I packed up all my stuff and bought a flight ticket to another country. Two hours before it was up, I cut up all my photos that had her in it, leaving only myself. One hour before it was up, I placed the divorce papers on the table. When she saw the papers, they drove her mad.

Azalias, an earthling transmigrated to an alternative universe, where humans don't exist. He transmigrated in time of an unique situation that he thought he was dreaming and had done a blunder. Which lead to our journey to be the Emperor of hundred Races.

Evelyn Hayes has spent three years as a “invisible wife” to billionaire Arthur Garrison, living in a marriage that exists only on paper. When she is diagnosed with a terminal illness and told she only has months left, she offers him one final deal: one hundred days of his time in exchange for signing their divorce papers. Arthur agrees, eager to finally be free, completely unaware that he is counting down the days to her death. But as they spend time together, Arthur begins to see Evelyn differently, and the freedom he once wanted no longer feels important. With Evelyn quietly slipping away and time running out, Arthur is forced to face a choice he never expected to make. When the hundred days end, will he still want his freedom—or will it already be too late to save her?

My husband, Lawrence Schwartz, and I were both liars. He lied to me, saying he would forget his first love, yet his phone is filled with photos of her. I lied to him, saying I would never leave, while secretly planning a future without him. A month ago, I tricked Lawrence into signing the divorce papers. Today was the final day to complete the entire divorce process.. Three hours left. I packed all my luggage and bought a plane ticket for the next day. Two hours left. I cut up every photo of us together, leaving only myself in the album. Last hour. I thought about leaving a message, then decided against it. Today marked the tenth year I had loved him and the first day I left him.

Calamity. Uncertainty. Solitude. This aura shaped the boy Morgan found one evening on the railing of a bridge. Just in time she seemed to save him from a big mistake. But just one report the next day and a new visit to the bridge the following night change everything. She soon finds out in what web of lies, secrets and denial she is caught in. Because every family has its little secrets. ________ Trigger warning!!!! Death, Suicide and more ________ I wrote that story when I was 14, so it isn't perfect, but I hope you enjoy it anyways.

As the year’s end approached, the city of Portlas’ high society joked that there was no need to worship Lady Fortuna. They only had to worship me instead. That was because, after our remarriage, I became the most materialistic husband in all of Portlas. I no longer cared how much Lana Gable doted on that man. Even when my daughter called him “Daddy,” I turned a blind eye. There was just one new rule in the house. Every time they mentioned Eliot Speke’s name, they had to give me one hundred thousand dollars. Thanks to that, I saved up thirty million dollars in less than two weeks. On our wedding anniversary, Lana and my daughter mentioned Eliot once again. The two of them looked stiff, while I simply held out my hand with practiced ease. “One hundred thousand dollars. Transfer it to my account.” My daughter finally could not hold back any longer and looked at me with utter contempt. “Daddy, you’re so vulgar. Is money the only thing on your mind? You’d even demand money for such a trivial matter. You can’t even compare to a speck of dust on Uncle Speke’s shoes.” I did not argue. I simply held out my hand to my daughter as well. “One hundred thousand dollars. Since you brought it up first, you have to pay too.”

Amara has the life she was supposed to want — a handsome husband, a close family, a future that looks perfect from the outside. What she doesn't know is that the man she married has already decided what she is worth, and it is considerably less than she believes. When she discovers Antonio in bed with her sister Sasha, she gives him the only answer she has left — divorce. He gives her the only answer he has — a push down the stairs She dies. Hours later, he is holding her mother while she weeps. Trapped between worlds, invisible and unheard, Amara watches her own mourning and sees Antonio's performance for exactly what it is. Before she can be taken home, her spirit guide appears with a simple message — *it is time.* But Amara has one request. She has never asked for anything in her life. She is asking now. Send her back. Her spirit guide agrees, but the terms are non-negotiable. Three hundred and sixty five days, not a single one more, and a price she agrees to without fully understanding what it will cost her. She wakes up on March 19, 2019 — six years in the past, the morning of her own surprise engagement party. Antonio is bringing her breakfast in bed. The ring is still in his pocket. And Amara is the only person alive who knows exactly how the story ends. She came back for revenge. But Antonio is charming and calculating in equal measure, Sasha is warm and guilty and impossible to hate cleanly, and Jason — the man she walked away from long before any of this began — is a wound she packed away and called healed without ever checking whether it was. The clock is running. And she is already behind.

"Will you re-marry me?" He asked lying on the hospital bed after surviving an attempted murdur. "Yes. A thousand times!" She nodded with tears in her eyes. Jessica had dreamed of this moment for more than 10 years! She had had a crush on Lucas at 14 when he saved her from a group of gangsters. Eight years later, she married him despite all opposition from her parents and friends. But Lucas chose to save and defend another woman rather than her in face of danger. Sick of this toxic marriage, Jessica decided to leave and embark on the journey of vengeance. Three months later, she came back, as a billionaire CEO instead of that country girl in his eyes...