44 Days In Hell Novels & Stories

In fact, I kinda felt pretty good. "Is it finally coming to an end?" I asked with a hint of excitement. "Not really. You still have like four days or so," He answered with a serious tone, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Four days?!?" I screeched, feeling like throwing myself out the fucking window as I let myself fall back into those fluffy pillows, reeling with utter exasperation and dejection. Four days? What the fuck!?! It's been only three and I've barely managed to hold myself in check and endure so far. How the hell was I supposed to get through four more?

Not 177 days. 24 hours until two hundred enhanced children were activated simultaneously. 24 hours until the world changed forever. 24 hours to save them all. Or lose everything.

She sat at the table and watched it heat the pozole with Dante's domestic ease, and she smiled when it looked at her, and she thought — You have four days. Four days and then I end this. I am coming, Dante. Hold on.

They heard me drowning, and they didn't care. Given the choice between love and lust, he chose lust every single time. I clung to that plank, my tears disappearing into the ocean. In that moment, the last bit of love I had for him died.

Rhea muttered She asked, "What do you mean? Weren't you here to hold me responsible?" I shook my head to let her know she was wrong. I pulled out a piece of paper from my bag and placed it on the table. "I don't have time. I'm dying of cancer. I probably have about one year to live." Rhea's eyes went wide with shock. "You… you're dying?" "Yes. It's liver cancer. I think I might have gotten it because I worked too hard and drank too much," I lamented. Then, I added, "You like Jack, don't you?"

Darkness closed around her like a second burial. Elizabeth did not know how long she lay beneath the weight of the dead. Time had no shape here—only pressure, heat, the slow theft of air. Bodies pressed against her from every side, slack and unresisting, their stillness obscene in its certainty. Cloth tangled with cloth. Limbs pinned her ribs, her legs, her throat. The earth above muffled sound until even her own screams felt swallowed before they could finish forming.

Four days to snare the deadliest man I'd ever caught. Four days to bring this thing to a halt, one way or another.

I could give anything to have that happen. My sleep-deprived eyes shut tightly, conjuring up a throbbing headache at my left temple. As I opened them, the calendar met my gaze. June 12. June the fucking twelfth. The day Hell boiled, totally enraged that their very own had been taken away from them to be dumped on an innocent couple. Or perhaps, it was the day Hell sighed that long-held sigh, because one nuisance had been exiled, but then, at the expense of two innocent persons.

I had to get them to all believe I was now in jail. I planned on waiting for a week but my sources recommended another week of waiting. Tonight marked the 13th day in this hell hole and the heat wave in there was like I was brought closer to the edge of hell. I knew I was going to go there anytime soon but since I wasn't there yet, I'd prefer it if Lucifer held his horses. The heat in the room licked at my sides as perspiration dropped out of my sweat pores and I cursed for the umpteenth time that hour. “Fuck!”

I grunted and hit the steering wheel of the car twice. I leaned back, closing my eyes tightly. Four days! It had been four days of hell and torture! If I ever thought five years ago was hell, then I was wrong and if I ever thought those few days after my arrival was hell, then I was wrong again. And no, hell wasn't when I was kidnapped at ten and tortured for a week. These past four days were the true hell of my life. I was barely talking to her and that was because I didn't know how long I could hold myself back in front of her so I chose to talk to her only when I had to.