44 Days In Hell Novels & Stories

the person who could show me heaven invited me with his open arms. "Come here or you will regret it for your life" the person who is showing me the hell, warned me. I looked between both of them getting confused whom should I choose? If I chose heaven then my family's life would be at stake and if I chose hell then I would become a walking dead body. I am stuck 'Between Hell and Heaven'

The houses and cars seemed to move as we sped past then and I couldn't help but feel that tattoo on the back of my hand burn. The number changed each day and I realized it was a countdown, it was currently showing a scrawly 24. 24 days. Get Blake Johnson to give up his soul in 24 days, the devil was insane to give me such an impossible task. Almost as though he had been reading my thoughts, I felt the atmosphere suddenly drop in temperature. The lively, chattering noise of the other high school seniors on the bus had stopped too, in actual fact, it felt like time had paused again. I looked around and noticed everyone was frozen in whatever activity they had been in. Ginger haired Emily Hurst

“Sir! It’s no good! The company’s website has been hacked. The main page is covered with the tagline, ‘Eason Smith, the Jerk’! “Three main partners have sent over their termination letters. The stock price plunged 30% in just half a day!” I didn’t get the chance to respond. The doctor then sent me an urgent message. “Mr. Smith! The baby's oxygen level has dropped to thirty-five, and he is struggling to breathe. You guys must come for a blood donation now! If not, nothing can save him!” I turned around and looked at Susan. I begged her, saying, “Susan, Lucas is dying! He’s also your flesh and blood! I beg you, please. Can you go and rescue him?”

Eleanor Berkshire-Beaumont looked up at the voice and saw a nurse standing at the foot of her hospital bed. “Your discharge has been processed. Please collect your medication at the reception desk and pay your bills at the billing counter.” The nurse left, and Eleanor sat there on the bed, looking out the window. It was the fourteenth day since her car accident. The fourteenth day of being alone in a hospital room. The fourteenth day of realizing that no one was ever going to give a damn about her. She could understand why her family wouldn’t come to see her, but the fact that Nicholas hadn’t even visited her once in 14 days…

Even in the bedroom that was warmed by the heater, Callista felt frozen to the core. She got up, retrieved a hot water bottle, and climbed back into bed. For five years, she'd believed she had met Luther too late in life and that their time together would be too short. But now, with only five days left, she found the time to be unbearably long.

Chapter Thirteen Day Four Friday. Morning come around as it usually does every risen morning, that sound that Bisola hated the most in her entire lifetime pierced her hearing, Bisola hissed and used her pillow to covered her ears with the hope to stopped the sound of alarm from getting to her ear, but the pillow was of no use.

"the hell." The road before them which was the route they had to take was sunken and now replaced with water. The trees and plants that should have been standing firmly on the ground, now floated on the surface. Looking all lonely and cold. "Judging from the look, it must have happened last night." Salvador said seriously, eyes staring into the distance. "The island is sinking even faster than I had imagined." "How long do we have?" Luna asked, dread building in her lower stomach. "Less than four days." Cold sweat rolled down the side of his face.

someone from the crowd asked, eyes glued to the unfolding scenes. "Well, one day here is equivalent to one year there. So, if someone lives there for 60 years, it would only be two months here," I answered, clarifying the timeline. "However, if someone remains stubborn, we might extend the duration, making one day here equal to 100 years there. This allows them to experience multiple lifetimes, teaching them to release their anger and negative emotions. Once they've learned this, they can return to Eden to live happily ever after."

He slowly knelt on the floor and grabbed both of her hands, she visibly flinched, “Please believe in every word that would come out of my mouth.” Olivia scrunched her brows and unconsciously bit her lip, “Go on.” Smiling, Lucius finally popped the truth. “I am a King from Hell. I have had help from both Emily and Victoria Davis to find for the woman that was destined for me and written in the scroll of prophecy. I need you, Olivia. My immortality is fading and I needed to marry the woman written in the scroll to retrieve my full immortality. I’m sure you noticed that you felt cold whenever our skin touch, it’s a sign. And now that I found you and you’re mine… we can go back to hell and marry

I shivered as the memory of the beady eyes stared at me. "..It will probably scar.." I snapped my head up caught off guard. Samael raised his hands, surrendering. "I'm...I'm very sorry.." he said softly. He was being sincere and it almost made him cute. He met my eyes guiltily and looked away. "How...how long have I been here..?" I whispered, my voice hoarse and dry. "In hell? Nine days. In here? Two." He watched my reaction as I slowly processed his words.