44 Days In Hell Novels & Stories

I love. He’s startled and gets back on his knees but doesn’t seem to even care if i pull the trigger or not at this point. “Do not touch me,” I spit out. “Millie…” Julian says. I point the gun to Julian now and Steph’s eyes grow wide with worry, “Shut the fuck up Julian, you are just as much in the wrong as he is, you knew about this.” I say with fury. I lower my arms and take the clip out of the gun. I toss the gun and magazine, safely to the side. “Millie, baby, please don’t do this, please I’m begging you don’t go. I really do love you, I love you so fucking much.” X begs. I don’t pay him any mind. “I’m done here,” I say and turn my back. He once again holds onto my hand

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

"Hmmmmm," "Feel this? Sooner or any minute or hours, this would go down and drill your ass hard till it bleeds. Mind you, it would take me hours before I bust so, get ready and be used to it. This will be the only dick that will fuck you till eternity, Keatton. If any dick would then prepare yourself the same as the guy who'll put his dick inside you. My torture room is open for anyone and they can cry there for mercy but no one will show or give to them,"

[COUNTDOWN TO ETERNAL FROST: 48 HOURS, 11 MINUTES. Forty-eight hours. That was all humanity had left before the world froze solid. But as I looked around the underground fortress—the endless supplies, the sealed vaults, the man standing silently beside me—a cold smile slowly spread across my face. Ruthless. Certain. Ready. Let the frost come.

Sometimes I count cracks in the stone, anything to keep my mind from splintering. I’ve lost track of time. I have no idea how long I’ve been here, in hell. It’s getting colder, I know that much. They bedded us down with straw a few days ago, and it helps a little, the dry stalks crackling when we shift, the sharp ends scratching at skin. If we could huddle together it would help more, but we can’t. We’re kept chained apart, spread along the wall like trophies.

We descended the stairs while my heart was almost about to burst out of my chest as the dim lights, the smell of humidity, and finally the identical layout of the cells to the cells from the king’s pack threatened to pull me into a full on panic attack. This was too much. I lived in this pack house for eight years but have never been down to the cells before. It was a replica of the king’s pack cells with two opposite cells separate by a narrow corridor. At least Alec’s basement gave me a distinguishing factor while this one will only drag me back to the hell I’m fighting to forget it ever existed. I was breathing hard, trying to push past my fears, telling myself that no matter what happens

Andy seems scandalized by the line of questioning, but it does nothing to unfaze the blond. Millan keeps a straight face. “Fourteen, yeah.” Millan still can’t talk about that day without flashbacks. It’s getting harder to swallow his pasta as he tries to school his expression. “So you’ve just been going through pack territories ever since?” “Yeah.” “You must have seen a lot of them. How many?” Millan shrugs. How is that relevant? Is he saying too much if he answers that? What is Amir’s endgame? “A lot.” “How many is that?”

When our eyes met it was there that he spoke. "The place we are staying in is less than half the size of the Afterlife Inn. This is where the souls we fetch grim reapers go. Those souls who are going to heaven for forty days are just staying here. While the souls who are going to go to Hell will travel forty days to the destination to which they will be assigned. " There my eyes widened at the thought of something.

“And one more thing. If you try to escape, if you attempt anything… the clock resets. Every day you waste will start us back at day one.” My mouth fell open in horror. “That’s not fair…” “Take it,” he snapped, his eyes blazing, “or leave it.” The silence that followed was suffocating, pressing against my lungs until I could barely breathe. I stood there, staring at the devil before me, my pulse hammering, my stomach churning. Two weeks. Fourteen days in hell. Trapped in a bargain I never wanted. And with no way out.

with as much sass as possible. He snorted and said "Be ready babe, your 48 hours starts at 8 tomorrow! I hope you are all set to have a wild time" I could feel him smirking before the line got disconnected. Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? phew! I asked myself while getting out of the store and fanning my face. I couldn't stop my giddiness now. I can't wait for tomorrow!