44 Days In Hell Novels & Stories

The air crackled with a strange energy as their hands clasped, sealing the pact with an eerie sense of finality. As the pentacle glowed once again, its luminous tendrils reaching out in a pulsating display of power, the very foundations of the dungeon began to tremble. Panic spread among those who had played a part in imprisoning Belle and her companions, their cries drowned out by the deafening roar of collapsing stone and mortar. In a harrowing spectacle, the dungeon crumbled in on itself, a cascade of debris raining down upon the terrified figures below. Bones snapped, screams pierced the air, and blood mingled with the dust as lives were mercilessly snuffed out in an instant.

I hoped beyond hope. "No Cáel," Rachel patted my head. "Forty-nine more days." I fell on my back, thankful that the goggles and my eyelids dampened the light of the deadly Orb. "Forty-nine more days?" I wept. "I'm not going to make it." "Huh...I thought the forty-nine days was for us?" Priya grappled with the injustice. "It is," Rachel snickered. "But, while he craves the sensual touch of our bodies, he's around guardians all day long and Aya crawls onto his chest and sleeps there all night. He's got five more days here with no hope of release."

"There was no light, no sound, no body else with you. There wasn't even the smell of the stone walls that surrounded you. You were completely isolated from the world. Some nights I never realised that I'd slept with my eyes open. Most days you didn't know whether you were alive or dead - I had to pinch myself, to make sure I was alive, that I could still feel something." Sephora was mortified simply imagining it. Glancing over Ravyn's sun-kissed skin - she pictured it being moon-white from the lack of sunlight. Sephora gave a shiver. "For weeks or months, we would be locked in those cells. So by the time the cell opened, and the Lord was standing there - we would have done anything he wanted

It felt like ages since Zalakai left her alone. She sat on the bed with her back against the headboard. Rayleigh wrapped her arms around her knees and dove into her thoughts. It felt as if she had been in Hell for a couple of days, but did time work differently down here? Did a single day actually mean a week had gone by? A month? Maybe even a year? Unable to understand time below ground was mindboggling to her. Aside from that, there was that peculiar connection she had with Zalakai before he left. The idea of a Human and a Demon having any kind of intimacy was blasphemy. And yet...

If hell exists, there’s an inferno waiting for me. I swerve around a pothole on the blacktop. In less than fifteen minutes, all hell will break loose. I survived seven years in prison, but my chances of surviving what’s next are about nil. The men riding behind me know what we’re heading into and, like me, they’re ready to die.

The way Isabelle's body was responding to his movements was so sweet, so perfect, as always… even better. At that point, while he was sinking even more into her while reuniting his spirit with that of the woman he loved, Shawn realized that heaven could come out of hell, that from pain happiness could be born, that from death one could come back to life. Nothing was impossible for two souls so profoundly in love. There was still so much love to be done, to be found in their hearts and it would have been there for all eternity. - THE END -

--------------------- New World - 1 Month and 2 weeks and 8 days God… If you have existed in this world… please help me… Last night… It’s like some cursed demon has brought a nightmare and made it real into this world. Everyone has gone crazy. They killed and eat each other, all of them went mad…. and… that ominous and horrible black creature with tentacles. It’s like they have come out straight from hell. Amid chaos within the fort they killed and eat everyone. Someone even laughs when their intestine has been eaten alive by those… horrible creatures. I fight, fight and fight until dawn and survived. No one but me manages to survive.

“And he has four days.” “He has four days.” I turned my arm into the lamp. The column had come up past my elbow now, and the last line still had its ruled space at the end of it, empty, waiting, patient as that hedge. “Entry pending, four days. That is what he wrote on me. He is not hunting me; he is letting the clock run out, because he thinks in nine-day steps and he has never in his life had to hurry.” “So we sit still for four days, and we let it fail.”

Had to make sure first that--- “Are you on prevention?” I hissed roughly into her ear, nipping it with my teeth and making her cry out. “The pill,” she moaned, fighting in my hold and eager to get to my throbbing cock. “Been on it for four years.” “Good,” I hissed--- and slammed home. She cried out as I filled her with my cock, burring myself at the hilt inside of her. She panted and moaned for more, which I happily gave to her. The bed shook as she bounced on my cock, while I took her as roughly as I liked.

I was tired, but I still couldn’t let go, I couldn’t kill myself. Two days and they’d get me out of that place. Two days and that fallen would smile and we will become friends as it had been the first time. Two days and I would find him, seven days and I would see the little one in the garden. 15 days and I’d find her. 20 days and 5 hours and that demon would appear. 168 days and I would be in your room. 246 days and he would kiss me. 456 days and he’d say he loves me.