44 Days In Hell Novels & Stories

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.

Tyson Four days Four days long, agonizing days pass since Naya disappears, and every second feels like another knife twisting deeper into my chest. The war room has become my prison. Maps cover every inch of the table. Pins, photographs, satellite images, reports, witness statements, everything we have is spread before us, yet none of it brings me any closer to my mate. I haven’t slept, I barely eat. Every time I close my eyes, I see her smile. Every time I open them, she’s still gone.

PROLOGUE The ritual had taken eighty-one days. They were at it for more than a quarter of a year. Eighty-one days of smoke, and animal shrieks, and groans of pleasure, and spilled blood. Months of heady incense burning. The occasional hallucinogen was tossed into the mixture, turning the world into a fever dream. Weeks of chanting. The constant intonation fell behind the ears and awoke powers in the subconscious. Robed heroes of all races and classes came and went, adding to the celebration, until they collapsed and were dragged off to recuperate.

Harper’s POV Tuesday drags its heels into the dark, melting into another endless cycle of absolute isolation. The mansion has become a luxurious mausoleum, a sprawling prison of white marble and gold leaf where time has completely lost its meaning. It has been four days since Cade stormed out of his bedroom with that heavy black duffle bag, leaving a trail of cold fury in his wake. Four days of total, deafening silence.

Everyone cursed at me and wanted me dead. On the day of the trial, the furious families broke through the bailiffs, and a bottle of sulfuric acid was hurled at me. I collapsed on the floor as the acid splashed on me, screaming and rolling until the pain eventually killed me. Only then did I realize it had all been a plan to get rid of me. Danny did not care whether I lived or died. He had run to comfort the shaken Ruby instead. "Don't be scared. She deserved all of this."

Hell was shown and it was truly a terrible place I never wanted to go to. There was weeping, wailing, gnashing of teeth, darkness, flames, burning, torments and everlasting punishment! Then Elliot showed on the screen. He was planning something, he was looking for something to take over but I didn't know what. Another wave showed him killing people. He was ruthless. Another wave showed him around many naked sluts and ungodly whores, where he was kissing, touching... "Stop!" Rica laughed. "This is the truth, Lexa and the truth is always bitter."

Lilith’s POV Today made it the fourth day. Fourth day of taking in stale air, perceiving the damp walls, and the same sickening smell of rust and sweat clinging to my skin no matter how much I shifted in the chair. Fourth day of not knowing if anyone was looking for me…..or if they were already too late. And the second day of sharing this hellhole with Theo. If hell existed, I was certain even if it had better room arrangements, than fixing me with this son of a bitch.

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We took Nivi to hospital and waited for her test results. Each and every second I stood outside of every test room was like I am passing through an eternity. Under me it was hell of fire where I was burning in that. There is no hell or heaven after death it's all in our life. Now I am getting all punishments for what aI did to that girl and I am in hell. Like my naani said bad people will treated very badly in hell by burning alive in fire.

Memories from my last moment surged back suddenly. That night, the shed had fallen right on top of me, and I was pinned down with debris. While I was struggling to breathe, I saw two people appear in front of me. The fissure caused by the earthquake was right beside me. Jean and Andrew had me surrounded. "You bitch! You'll die today for getting in the way of my fortune! Go to hell!" Under Jean's instruction, Andrew knocked me out. Then, she took out a dagger and began carving into my face. The two of them threw my body into the fissure. They thought throwing me in there would get rid of my body and any evidence.