96 Hours From Today Novels & Stories

He smiled. Jimmy giggles. "Right from mum's belly." Laughter was heard. * * * Lola stared at the computer before her.Why was it so hard for her to concentrate today?.She flipped up the files on her table,recollecting she had a meeting to attend with her boss. The intercom buzzed. 📞Appointment by 7pm tonight. Don't be late.Flight ticket would be sent by 6 and you would be back before 12am to prepare for your festivity.

I ask, holding up my hand. She weaves her fingers in with mine. “Yeah, we’re good. Always.” “So what’s next?” I ask. “When can I leave?” “Maybe later today.” “What’s the date?” I ask, looking towards the window to try and gauge the time of day. It’s covered in heavy drapes, making it impossible to see anything outside. “It’s Saturday.” She looks at her phone, turning it in my hand so she can see the front of it “Ten o’clock in the morning. You’ve only been here overnight.”

My boyfriend Noah Carter and I had a plan: turn our college's fourteen-day outdoor orientation into a fourteen-episode documentary series about us. For the eleventh time, Noah left me alone on the training field. His childhood friend Claire Moore had called him in tears, saying she'd been vomiting and was lying in the camp clinic alone and scared. Waiting for him to come back, I missed the camp's only sunset team drill and the closing long take I'd spent two weeks preparing. That evening, he sent me a photo. Claire sat in a dessert shop outside camp, a smoothie and a slice of strawberry cake in front of her, cheeks pink and looking happier than anyone else in the place. Noah texted back: "Th

“What are you getting at? Month? Year? I don’t understand.” “The hell you don’t. What’s. The fucking. Year?” Silence. For a moment, Shane thought the Nokia had died again. After several seconds passed, he heard a resigned sob. “2006. It’s May, 2006.” Shane gazed down the hall lined on both sides by blood-red lockers; lockers which could open at any time. It was darker at the hall’s end, the lights dim. “It’s 2017,” he said, voice sounding amazingly steady and calm. “July 20th, 2017.”

"It's too far from the café we're visiting later. I don't want to dash, that can get me another ticket." "It's in three hours, what are we gonna do in three hours?" Jai took a newspaper from the rack and leaned on the counter as he read it. Shoru scooted over to him and perched on his shoulder. Darrion shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe we can go to Haku's first? Get some breakfast?" Jai hummed. "Okay. The Day of Light is today and the Hot Springs... Blablabla... Discounts and discounts... Are you having a discount as well, Hinako?"

She couldn’t keep fighting what was already set in motion. “I'm inviting you over to my family house to meet my parents and family. Get familiar and acquainted with my big family. It’s the appropriate thing to do. If I invited you or not, our parents will still find a way to make it happen. We can take it step by step”. “So, we really have to do this. What time?” “This evening. I'll come pick you up at your place. Is 7 o’clock okay?” “Yes.” He stood up ready to leave. Clara watched him walk out of her shop. She couldn’t bring herself to wave him goodbye when he did. All she did was settle into her chair and weep.

"I'm supposed to pick him up at 2 PM today—" "That's in what, seven hours?" Hank glances at his phone. "Better hope Shawn moves fast. Or that you know how to fight better than you look like you do."

Tomorrow night. I was already counting the hours.

6 weeks later *Dawn* Today marks a pivotal moment in Will’s journey… his operation day has finally arrived. Despite knowing that the procedure is relatively safe, I can’t shake the underlying anxiety bubbling within me. This is a significant operation, one that targets a delicate area of his body, and the stakes feel incredibly high.

Scheduled for tomorrow morning, nine o’clock sharp, location listed simply as your office. The subject line read four words. You’ll want to be there. I turned the phone toward the room, my hand no steadier than it had been through the entire call. “He’s not done,” I said. “He just told us where the next thing will happen.” Dominic took the phone from me, read the invite twice, his jaw working the way it did when he was deciding how much of what he felt to let anyone see. “Nine o’clock,” he said. “That’s less than twelve hours from now.”