23 Minutes In Hell Book Novels & Stories

Endure. “Hello!” I called out, my voice shaking. “Can you hear me?” For a moment, he didn’t move. He was still as stone, his back to me. Then, slowly, he moved, just enough to suggest he was about to turn, about to show me his face. My heart hammered against my ribs. And just as I thought I would finally see him— I jolted back. The crimson sky vanished. The quake ceased. My breath came out ragged as my eyes flew open. I was back in the library, my hand hovering inches above the cursed book.

The enemies were just five meters away and they’re all hiding themselves in the debris. Hellion counted in her hands as she nonchalantly tossed away the nonsensical book in her arms. Never mind the charm of it bringing her to a dangerous place. The book has been shining in purple light since she held onto it. As long as she get rid of the damn book sooner then she would be fine.

It didn’t matter who had come for me, they all blurred together now. There were no windows here. No clocks and No way to tell day from night. "Oi, you still ain’t dead yet?" Tobias barked, his voice bounced off the stone walls like broken glass. I heard the dull thud of a tray dropping beside me. "You're one strong little b*tch, I’ll give ya that," he muttered, almost admiringly, before spitting on the ground. "It’s been three years, can you believe it? This f*ck*n' pit stinks worse than a rotting sewer. Last time I’m comin’ down here, mark my words."

She smiled and collected the glass from me, keeping it on the table beside her. “Let me tell you a story Zoe," she said and my eyes beamed. I love it when she tells me stories. They’re always interesting. “Okay mum” I replied happily and laid properly on the bed, making sure I had a clear view of her face. She smiled and rubbed her palm on my hair. “it all happened a long time ago” she started. “In a different world from ours, called hell. Hell was lovely and peaceful as it was being ruled by the just King – Lucifer. The king of hell is always called Lucifer.

Damn it, this wasn't an action movie. I growled at something very rude, fasted my M19 harder, and sprinted down the sidewalk on this side of the street. I never let our prey out of my sight for a moment. It was almost like a slalom. Again and again I had to avoid people and then I almost ran into a shelter. There was room for a handful of people in these small buildings. If you had to get to safety from a prole, you could run in there, seal the room and call the venators from inside via an emergency column.

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

*** 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."

The fire in my veins intensified. My consciousness began to spiral into darkness. Strength drained from my body. Even the sting of steel cuffs chafing my wrists raw began to feel distant. Sylvia's voice was sickly sweet, laced with malice. "Look, it's working! Soon everyone will know how vicious this bitch really is!" The men below whispered and pointed. "Goes to show you can't judge a book by its cover. An ungrateful snake like her should be fitted for cement shoes and dropped in the ocean!"

It looks peaceful, but the windows are blacked out. To my right, a concrete bunker rises from the earth. Barbed wire. Searchlights. Soldiers patrolling the perimeter who have no faces. And directly ahead, there is a void. A tear in reality where the world simply ends and turns into cascading green code. Three spaces. Three fragments. "Welcome to my hell," a voice booms. It comes from all three directions at once. From the house, the voice is young. Sad. From the bunker, it is harsh. Commanding.

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t