7 Minutes In Hell Game Novels & Stories

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

— I wait for his answer, which doesn't come — Playing tough here is being hypocritical with cowardice — he just looks at me. — This game consists of you lying on your back on a flat surface, tied by arms and legs. Above you, an IV drip will release small drops of water, usually on the forehead. The drop will fall every 5 seconds, always in the same spot. When everything is ready and working, the room will be darkened. Extra info for you, Klaus Fischer: a mask will be placed on your head, which you won't be able to move—not one centimeter to the right, left, up, or down. Besides the room being dark, your eyes will also be covered. It's not a physical game, but a psychological one — I pause to

I stared at him, my heart turning to stone. Not a single person in this room had a shred of decency. I had completely underestimated Luca. In the three years I’d known him, he’d played the role of the steady, reliable heir perfectly. He always told me he loathed betrayal. Turns out, he was just a hell of a liar. I looked up, my eyes raw as I met his gaze. Seeing the sudden coldness in my expression, he faltered. "Angelina? You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost."

I am not strong enough to survive another reality check of the brutal life. ****** Hola beautiful people!! Shocked anyone...?? Did anyone of you thought some thing like this to occur..? Well as I have said before everyone will pay for their sins. And that's what Neev will do now. It's his time to pay. Hope you all like the chapter. Do share your thoughts and do review In His Hell on GoodNovel with stars and your precious words. Do follow me on Instagram @author_priyaraj to know more about updates and stories .

“Don’t let them see you.” She crept through the alley, pressed against a brick wall, and peered around the corner. The street was empty now, except for the rain and the shadows that seemed to flicker at the edge of her vision. Something about the way they moved… it was deliberate. Intelligent. Not random. Her phone buzzed violently in her hand. She fumbled to check it, drenched fingers slipping on the screen. Another message: “7 minutes remaining. Do not stop.” Emma’s chest tightened. The voice from before hadn’t explained anything, but it was clear: this was a game. A hunt. And she was the prey.

“Got a guy inside. Comms go dark—ten minutes, no more. That’s our window.” Jeremy’s jaw tightened, a muscle popping faint. Ten minutes. A blink to pull this off, then hell would rain down. He had no choice—everything rode on it, every chip on the table. He cracked his knuckles, the sound loud in the hush, and nodded. “Make it count.” The room shifted—men leaning in, maps rustling, guns clacking as they checked clips. Ten minutes to rewrite the game or burn trying. **** ******* **** **** ***** ****

"Do you think this will make her forgive you? You're the one who killed her mother, not me! You're the one Elena hates most in this world!" Giuliano's eyes were crazed and wild with obsession. "You're right. That's why this is far from enough." He fisted a hand in Eva's long hair, dragged her to the parking garage, and tied her hair to the back of the car. The engine roared to life, and the car shot forward. The rough gravel tore her skin to shreds, leaving a long smear of blood behind it. By the time the car finally stopped, she was nothing but blood and mangled flesh, barely clinging to life. Even then, she still forced out, stubborn to the end, "So what if you torture me? You've already l

If God wouldn’t answer this prayer, then Lucifer should please take the wheel; I’ll pay my price in hell. I glance back at the LED screen, “The fight is simple,” the digital voice echoes. “Just like every other fight, you fight until one of you dies, only in a smaller space, and you both get to choose a weapon.” “As you can see, the space between you is only four feet. Anyone who touches the ground outside of this ring would be shot.” I’ve been through this before, and it was very unpleasant. “You have 10 minutes after you drink Makish al haolan. Please choose your weapon.”

I Every tick of time, Fiel could feel the intense desire and wish that the game be finished already. Today is the third day of the Game and it was called, “Escape from Arrows.” Fiel and the other remaining five players were put in a big circle, out in the open field, and were told to run to save their lives while arrows would rain inside the big circle. Whoever comes out of the big circle alive would remain in the game. "Take the left side, Mister, more arrows will fall on the right side," it was a voice that Fiel suddenly heard before the loud sound of a gunshot was heard all over the arena.

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?"