44 Days Of Hell Manga Novels & Stories

His lips brushed mine and I pulled him close, his shirt warm under my hands. My phone buzzed once on the nightstand but I ignored it. Things escalated fast the way they always did with him easy, uncomplicated, no weight to it. That was exactly why I was here. Suddenly, the door exploded inward with a deafening crack against the wall. I froze as men flooded into the room dressed in black, a mafia crest visible at the right side of their chests. He scrambled off the bed immediately, grabbing his clothes with shaking hands. "What the hell is this?!" he cried, bolting past the men and out the door without looking back.

After the organized confusion of several teams leaving, the small group sat down to discover everything they’d missed. “Where does the time go? How can it take so long to get everything done?” Aria stared at her phone in wonder. “Because we are the least magical creatures of the supernatural world. A one-trick pony, if you will. We got the party trick of turning into a critter. What do we have here, anyway?” Yolanda pulled a yellow envelope from a pile Gregory tossed their way before storming into his office. He wasn’t angry with him. No, that anger’s reserved for the mother of his future pups. He’d found out she’d made a break from their apartment without Catherine or another Hell Hound bes

“Sir! It’s no good! The company’s website has been hacked. The main page is covered with the tagline, ‘Eason Smith, the Jerk’! “Three main partners have sent over their termination letters. The stock price plunged 30% in just half a day!” I didn’t get the chance to respond. The doctor then sent me an urgent message. “Mr. Smith! The baby's oxygen level has dropped to thirty-five, and he is struggling to breathe. You guys must come for a blood donation now! If not, nothing can save him!” I turned around and looked at Susan. I begged her, saying, “Susan, Lucas is dying! He’s also your flesh and blood! I beg you, please. Can you go and rescue him?”

Lexie's POV I really was destined to be damned. I took a deep breath and looked at Brandon's dazed, lifeless expression. Then, I started laughing. He demanded to know what I was laughing at. I said, "This is our karma." He froze, then cried again. I watched him suffer without saying a word. Daniella had personally told me she didn't hate him. Daniella was a great person, but I wasn't. I wanted him to suffer for the rest of his life.

Eleanor Berkshire-Beaumont looked up at the voice and saw a nurse standing at the foot of her hospital bed. “Your discharge has been processed. Please collect your medication at the reception desk and pay your bills at the billing counter.” The nurse left, and Eleanor sat there on the bed, looking out the window. It was the fourteenth day since her car accident. The fourteenth day of being alone in a hospital room. The fourteenth day of realizing that no one was ever going to give a damn about her. She could understand why her family wouldn’t come to see her, but the fact that Nicholas hadn’t even visited her once in 14 days…