44 Days In Hell Novels & Stories

I gulp down and close my eyes. "He said he would come but he didn't. I used to keep waiting for him in that club every night. Forty-three days. Forty-three damn days! I used to work my ass off and spent my nights in that club for forty-three nights straight, awake— with a second heart beating inside me. But he never showed up. I was alone, devastated and tired! No one knew my turmoil" I open my eyes again, staring at the shining star. "Then one day, the last day of those forty-three days, I gave up. I was tired and shattered, roaming alone in the streets of Texas when a vehicle hit me"

Different parts of the world have different, sometimes dangerous, cultural differences. 'I can only imagine what a battlefield in this world must look like.' Lucifer tried to change the subject. "Back to the last two levels of Hell. Level three is thirty-one to one hundred years. Very few humans there will be offered a contract, and the ones that are will be monitored. Finally, there's level four. The humans there suffer for a thousand years before being executed. They are never offered a contract." Elijah stopped listening. He was thinking about what awaited him on the other side of these walls, wondering how he should prepare himself for potential conflict.

Chapter 183 Max If hell was a day it would have been what happened yesterday. There are different stages of hell, and it doesn't matter what stage of hell you are in or going through , the levels come with a different challenges . All good things come on threes and so do all bad things too . Hell ; purgatory and Paradise. I didn't study Dante at school but I'm pretty sure inferno doesn't last forever , the space inbetween purgatory and Paradise is always a working progress.

I quickly walked back to the couch to sit before I'd fall and make a fool of myself. "But last week, we all felt his presence. It was brief but it was something. And by last week, I mean months ago. Time differs greatly in hell. One hour there is twelve hours here. One day over there, is twelve and a half days here. So fifteen days in hell is six months." My head throbbed from the calculation. One breath down there, was hours of my endless crying and suffering, but one thing I gathered from their conversation… "So, he's alive?"

"You won't..." I smiled at him, shaking my head, "Four days... I never want to forget these last four days." He clenched his jaw, breathing loudly through his nose, "Delilah, ending your life is not the goddamned solution!" I shook my head, "Four days..." I whispered once more.

He laughed out loud freezing all of us from terror. “You all have survived for 48 hours, congratulations to all of you… Let’s see how long you all could make it.” He announced evilly from the speaker. The people around me looked at each other quietly, while one inhaled quietly, “48 hours…” Yes, 48 hours which meant two days had passed, and two men had been killed by this man, but the question remained all the time from the beginning till now, why did this man kidnap us? The average employee of the news firm, why? What will he get by torturing us here and keeping us here locked?

The Forty-Eighth’s eyes widen. Because she finally understands. She doesn’t have four pieces. We have forty-three. And love, stories, and a valley that breathes with us? That’s the forty-fourth. The end begins now. Monday, March 13, 2028 – 6:11 a.m. The valley becomes a crucible. Steam turns to glass. Glass turns to lightning. Lightning turns to blood. The Forty-Eighth tries to run (she actually tries to dissolve back into the steam).

Damn it’s so hot! She clicked her tongue and gritted her teeth. How long are they gonna walk in the desert? Are they still not there yet? It’s been four days since they left the forest! Does this guy even know the way? Hellion shuddered a bit. They might be lost in this desolate place!

Damon I am known as Damon Reed, The Prince Of Hell, and I've been at this for three hundred years. Every year it's the same. My father sends me all over Earth from November 26th to December 25th. He does this because The Moiari (The Fates) foretold this. They did the same for the angels, but their window is during Lent. As above so below, truly does apply here. My father's brother rules Heaven and he too has a son. We are both destined to find our queens, but that's where the similarities between us end. If our queens were in Heaven or Hell, we would have already found them. So they must be on Earth because Earth is where those not fully born of this realm end up or those that simply refuse

When he got to where I was, he held out the tool for me to see clearly "Please." I continued struggling against the bindings desperately. When he reached out to grab my arm, I suddenly froze, closing my eyes and turning my face away. "You Thompsons have heartlessly killed so many of our kind. You killed even those who never killed a human for centuries. You've tortured us and hunted us like Prey." Venom dripped from his voice. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he trailed the knife over my skin teasingly. I couldn't stop trembling in utter terror.