30 For 30 Catching Hell Novels & Stories

Emily replied Emma's question making sure she answered them all. "That's alright, it's such a nice and huge building, what is the name of the boss?" Emma asked. "You mean you don't know who owns E&M Corporation?" Emily asked Emma. "Yes, I don't know and that's why I asked you." Emma said a little angry about Emily's question. "Well, it seems you're new to town because the boss is a powerful and wealthy billionaire that is very popular in this city." Emily mouthed as she let her last word trail.

He let go of my hand as ordered by his boss but stood beside me. “Well Anderson, this is how it’s going to be. I know I can’t take a family member but you leave me no choice. You have 30days to bring back what you stole from me, and if the 30days are complete don’t blame me for whatever happens to your daughter.” He turned around about to make his way to exit. He nods again to his man which stood in front of me. He lifted me up the ground on his shoulders and carried me with them. I struggled again but it was all in vain.

"Welcome to the Hell, Ella" This is when a lone tear escaped my eye.

Would he have been able to? Day thirty of thirty. Zero to go.

The pain in his chest was real. The thirty days were almost over. And everything was becoming more complicated.

I hesitated a little before taking it from her The paper was slightly crumpled, damp at the edges, and smelled like decaying food. I unfolded it slowly. CRIXTON KURR’S BLOOD DONATION PROGRAM. A DRIVE-THROUGH OUTREACH. I glanced through the flyer before my eyes landed on something. Donate and receive a $5,000 compensation package. My breath caught. "Mrs. Harlow, it says five thousand dollars for a blood donation? Is this real?” She shrugged but encouraged me to continue reading. My eyes scanned the rest. The location, time, and eligibility. It all looked legit. Very organized.

I let out a chuckle as I remember the looks on everyone’s faces; I swear if I ever needed someone murdered these would be the guys who would do it for me. “Yeah, I know what you mean. How do you wish someone luck for testifying at a trial for attempted murder?” Michelle laughs, but the sound is hollow and forced. Quickly, she changes the subject as she flicks on the next movie on our list. “Time to get your a capella on,” Michelle murmurs making a dive for the popcorn I am holding in my hands. “I so love Pitch Perfect,” I sigh, losing myself in the film as the first scene opens.

His voice thunders. "What happened tonight? The club sustained significant damage. Three guests were injured. Three! Don Rossi will have your head. "You're fired."

Damien’s pov I've read the will three times before Sera Calloway even answers my text, which tells you something about the state of Okafor's office — either the man has the world's leakiest paralegal, or he wanted this clause to reach the right ears fast. I have a guess which. Edmund Calloway spent thirty years making sure the right information found the right people at the right moment. I doubt death changed his methods much.

She looked both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. Then, realization hit me. She was my daughter. This was Ruby, all grown up. "I've been repenting for all these years. I don't understand what overcame me back then. How could I have hated you so much? How could I have broken my own father's leg? Dad, hit me! Or let them beat me! I know I was wrong. I really know I was wrong!" Thirty years of guilt and waiting had left Ruby looking older than her age. "It's you!"