44 Days In Hell Novels & Stories

Isabelle pleaded, desperately trying to mask her irritation. “Fine, we’ll talk after I get settled in,” Her mom said and got into the car while the young women loaded up her luggage. “This is going to be the longest week ever,” Gwen whispered to Isabelle. “It truly is, Gwenie. It truly is,” Isabelle sighed. They loaded up the entire luggage and got in the car themselves and drove away from the airport. . . . Time in the celestial world worked differently from time in the physical world. Two days had passed on Earth but in Hell, only an hour had gone by and Gentel’s punishment was just rounding off.

Of course, Vary knew who she was, hell after what went down four years ago, the entire world knew who owned his heart. “Vary, don’t,” he warns her hard, but his voice is more pleading than commanding. “Just tell me.” she snaps at him, tiring of his stubbornness already. And he did everything that had happened in the last four years. He was in Italy until his return today. Vary can’t help pitying him even more after he finished telling her everything, although he’d strictly told her not to. She now understands why he had wanted a distraction three hours ago.

“Here is what happens next. You go home with your people. You keep your hands where the women in your family can see them at all times. You do not touch a weapon for forty days. If you do, I will know and kill you. If I know, you will not finish your act of being sorry.” Dario nodded hard enough to damage his vertebra. Greer tightened his grip to keep him vertical. “Forty days?” Greer said, like he’d been assigned a math problem that insulted his mental capacity. “What is this, Lent?” “Call it a detox,” I said. “You people still believe in those, right?” A flicker of amusement ran around the room like a match in a dark theater. Elky’s shoulder shuddered under my hand, and I felt the shape of

she replied gently, checking my IV tube. Four days. My breath caught. Four entire days of being somewhere between this world and the next. Four days without control, without a voice, without knowing if the next second would bring light or permanent darkness. Four days of my body lying useless while the world moved on without me. Four days shut away from this cruel world, yet not spared its punishments. No wonder Ashley had been worried. My best friend…my very own little sister. She must have cried rivers. Knowing her, she probably hadn’t eaten, hadn’t slept. She would’ve sat by her bed whispering my name, begging me to answer her calls.

Carlos Cruise stared at the bloodied walls of the abandoned warehouse, his face a mask of barely-contained rage. The words “Nyx was here, don’t mess with the Hell’s Gang” were smeared across the wall in crimson, the letters dripping with the lifeblood of his fallen friend. The smell of iron and death hung heavy in the air, a grim reminder of the ruthless underworld he was now thrust into.

Alex's POV Four days. I'd been here for four fucking days. At least I thought it was four days. It was hard to tell when you were locked in a windowless room with no sense of time. They'd thrown me in here when we arrived. Some abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of god knows where. The room was small. Concrete walls. Concrete floor. A single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling that they only turned on when they brought food. Which wasn't often. Once a day, maybe. Sometimes less.

By the time the final man unloaded deep inside me, I had taken all sixty loads for the day. I lay in the center of the pit, a completely broken, cum-drenched, mind-shattered mess. Cum poured from every hole. My belly was visibly swollen. I was smiling with empty, blissful eyes, twitching uncontrollably. Kane knelt beside me and stroked my matted hair. “You survived day four,” he whispered. “Only three days left. On the final night… the entire camp of over two hundred will breed you non-stop for twelve hours.” He leaned closer, his voice dark.

he says softly and I realize my body has ignited in flames. “I’m sorry,” I say, pulling my flames back. “Do not apologize. You have nothing to apologize for. I just don’t want anyone seeing us and my being here to cause you any problems.” I nod, pushing the tightness in my throat away. “Four days. They’ll be coming in four days.” “How many?” he asks. “All six of them.” I hear Merellien snort in the other room and we both go still until his breathing evens out again.

I don't know much about God, your father, but even he locked you up because you are not worthy to walk the earth. - However, even if my body is in hell, look at me here on earth, walking. - And for how many months, years, will you be able to control hell and your soul on earth? It must be exhausting. If I remember correctly, one hour on Earth is 60 days in hell. What has happened to you since you entered Lucifron's body? How long ago? 20 hours? 21? What is this for you? 42 months? That's three and a half years. Until dawn, how many more months are there? 16? Do you think you can handle so many years and more that come your way focused on just minutes on Earth?

I don't know when I passed out. I felt immense pain in my body. Please someone come here and take me out of this hell or God please give me death I have to die. Mom dad why you left me with these people I hate you both for leaving me alone in this cruel world. I hate you God for making my life miserable. I can't move any part of my body. I can't even open my eyes. Just then the door opened with a sound I tried to open my eyes to see them but I can't open them. What if any of them came here to punish me again. Akash pov