Countdown Book Novels & Stories

I defended myself lamely as we walked to the isolated corner where my pizza box was. I didn't want to leave him, I felt a weird attraction that I didn't feel before and- “60, 59,58…” The whole pack was counting. “Why are they doing a countdown?” I asked, looking around me to see teens with fireworks in their hands, ready to light them up. “It’s the countdown to midnight. From twelve am, you will be able to find your mate.” He winked at me. “... 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!” At the end of the countdown, fireworks exploded in the sky and the moon was blood red but that wasn't the onlything weird about that moment.

“I believe we would be passing the Kingdom of Elysia and many other counties before we reach there.” “That’s right, we’ll go to every country in the world and make this adventure the best!” Chapter 3 ends~ to be continued

he said with a smirk. I grumbled and went to the bookshelf. There were like thousands of books there, and I spent a good thirty minutes arranging them. Those thirty minutes were stressful, to say the least. "I'm done," I sighed in relief. "You're done?" the young man asked. "Yes, so is my admission safe?" I responded. "Not yet," he replied. "What do you mean by that?!" I yelled in frustration. "Don't shout, just do one more thing," he said calmly.

Please think this damn cake is empty and just leave it back in the back room so I can just run away far from here. “Maybe our surprise didn’t hear us. Guys, let’s all count together—louder this time!” the countdown guy said, and I kept holding my breath, silently praying I could get out of here soon. “Let’s do this, now all together!” he called out for the males in the room and they all started to count louder this time. “5… 4… 3… 2… 1!!!” There was a moment of anticipation, and I heard another set of cheers go out.

My sister had sharp eyes and found the letter under the old pillow. Dad wiped away his tears and unfolded the paper with trembling hands. "Mom, Dad, and Heidi. By the time you see this letter, the countdown should have ended. I'm so happy I get to live with all of you. Thank you for your hard work in the last 18 years. I hope we can still be a family in my next life! Oh, right, use the money in the piggy bank to buy a toy for Heidi! Consider it an early birthday gift."

I wanted to see how long she could hold out. On the sixth day, just as Maisie and I entered the bathroom, Phoebe collapsed and yanked open the bathroom door. She fell to her knees and screamed, "Stop the baths! I'm begging you! Please stop!" I was surprised. I had estimated a child could last maybe three days under such torment, but Phoebe had held out for six. Later, I tucked Maisie back into her room and returned to face Phoebe in the living room. My voice was cold as ice. "Who are you?"

67 BPM. “17,” Adrian said. Quiet. Not to me. To ceiling. To dark. “16 tomorrow. 15 after. 14. 13. 12. 11. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Then zero. Then done.” “Then done,” I said. Hand in his. 71 BPM. Not calm. Not scared. Ready. _Beep. Beep. Beep._ Midnight. My watch. May 24th. Day 49. 16 days. No ritual. No “just us. Still.” Just countdown. Just truth.

The countdown appeared in the corner of the screen. 14:59... 14:58... 14:57... The hunt was over. The ultimatum had begun.

I could see the countdown above a person’s head when they had already decided to leave their partner. The day my father’s countdown hit zero, he slapped a lawyer’s letter on the breakfast table and walked out on my mother and me. The day my best friend’s countdown hit zero, she finally threw her parasite of a boyfriend out of her apartment and changed the locks before sunset. That was why I’d always been terrified of seeing a countdown above my fiancé, Lucian Bellandi. Luckily, for seven years by his side, the space above his head had stayed clean. Lucian was the youngest Don the Bellandi family had ever seen. He owned the docks, the casinos, and half the South Side’s dirty money, yet he sa

It was mean and hurtful, and he bit my lip so hard it bled. I could taste the blood in my mouth and felt so hopeless I closed my eyes, letting the tears fall. In my head, I begged, 'System, how much longer? I can't take this anymore.' [Countdown: 20 days.] [Please hold on. It's always darkest before dawn.] Dawn? It felt like my world did not have dawns anymore.