Book 48 Hours Novels & Stories

tagged on them. I found this very strange but took the flowers anyway. As days went on, I received more flowers and gift baskets but he never showed up until a month ago. It was about 6:00pm when I heard the door bell ring. I peeped through my window and saw a guy standing there but couldn’t see his face. I ran down the stairs and when I opened the door to my greatest surprise was Chris. I just looked at him speechless for a couple of minutes as I knew not what to say or how to react.

"Hell, I don't even think I could break in here." "Thanks." Royce laid his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes. It must've been hours later when he opened them again because Kenzie was awake and watching him. She had a book in her lap, some romance novel with a couple embracing on the cover. She blushed and tucked the book in her chair. "Hans found them in the embassy library for me. He must have seen me going crazy, and I needed a distraction. How do you feel?" She scooched her chair closer and carefully curled her fingers around his arm.

It was time to let him and me go. After Henry left the room to soothe Alice again, I packed my suitcase. Then I picked up the phone. “Professor, I’m leaving tonight.” Outside, Henry was reading Alice a bedtime story. The bedroom door wasn’t closed properly, and through the gap, I could hear her giggling with delight. I picked up my bag, stepped out of the room, and never looked back.

Lyra’s POV There were definitely worse ways to spend a Tuesday afternoon than watching four incredibly attractive men beat the hell out of each other. I was perched on my favorite boulder at the edge of the training grounds, supposedly reading a book but mostly just enjoying the view. The boys had been at it for over an hour, and they were all shirtless now, sweat gleaming on their skin as they moved through combat drills with deadly grace. Yeah, reading was definitely overrated. “Focus, Zane!” Darius called out as he blocked a strike that would have taken a normal person’s head off. “You’re telegraphing your left hooks.”

[48 hours] “When the truth is no longer yours to guard, every second turns into a blade.” The first thing Panni noticed when she woke up was the silence. Not the peaceful kind, not the gentle, safe kind. It was the kind of silence that pressed against her ears, thick and unnatural, like the world itself was holding its breath. Her phone lay beside her pillow. The screen was lit. A single message burned into her vision. Unknown Number: 48 HOURS. TELL HIM. OR I WILL.

Several of his men are kneeling behind her, bruised, beaten and exhausted, but breathing. "That’s good right? At least we know they are alive now." Elias says and Daniel lets out a broken sound. “There is more.” He says hoarsely as he scrolls to a message under the image. "You have forty-eight hours. Do as you’re told. Or I start sending pieces.” Peter reads it out loud and the room goes deadly quiet. Daniel presses the phone to his chest. Peter looks at me. “Forty-eight hours.” He murmurs and I nod my head.

After Jared got discharged, Daphne said she needed a break and asked Pierce to take her and Jared on a beach trip. The three of them booked the first flight out and headed straight to an island resort overseas, staying there for over two weeks. Pierce lay back on a beach chair, staring at the waves, distracted. Lucia and Ellie kept creeping into his head. He unlocked his phone over and over. Still nothing. No texts. No missed calls. The silence felt wrong.

with as much sass as possible. He snorted and said "Be ready babe, your 48 hours starts at 8 tomorrow! I hope you are all set to have a wild time" I could feel him smirking before the line got disconnected. Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? phew! I asked myself while getting out of the store and fanning my face. I couldn't stop my giddiness now. I can't wait for tomorrow!

0 3 The open IT HAD been exactly twenty four hours, thirty nine minutes and forty seconds since the episode with Kayden. Forty one seconds.. I was seated at the farthest corner of the library right next to the librarian. I loved this position because no one ever wanted to be around the librarian, let alone sit next to her. So this was a forbidden spot. Perfect for me.

To make sure no one dared to strip her of composure, of dignity, of that spark that was uniquely hers. Because she was mine. All of her. And no one, not Bukky, not the world, would make her feel small if I could prevent it. I stood. Chair legs scraped the floor. deliberate. No more words. They knew what that meant. “Deploy. Forty-eight hours.” They know what that means. It should run for two days, non-stop. And yes, even at night. I stubbed out the cigarette. Another test. Another blade. If Zino cut true, good. If not, dust.