Countdown Book Novels & Stories

There was a note wrapped around it, tied with a thin string, I pulled the string off and unrolled the note. The writing was small but I could read it clear: “You have less than two weeks to use this and your countdown starts now.”

“That’s why I’m freaking out.” “Hazel…” “I didn’t write it,” I cut in again. “I need you to believe that.” “I’m not questioning you.” “Then something is wrong,” I say, my voice dropping. “Like really wrong.” I refresh the page again while I’m still on the call. The post is still there. “And there is something else.. there’s a countdown.” I said my voice failing. “What do you mean a countdown?” “It’s… it’s counting down to when the post goes live,” I say, my voice starting to shake. “And it’s not far.”

The 48-hour countdown clock on the main console now seemed less like a timer and more like a prophecy. If this was number one, what horrors were sleeping in the other eleven cradles?

To make up for it, he turned back and repeated a promise. "I'll definitely go to the old house to see you tomorrow." The next day, he broke his promise anyway. I sat on the couch in the old house, looking at my phone. Twelve hours left. A local news alert popped up. Kayla had appeared at a new project launch, with Lawrence standing behind her. Thinking about the promise he had made yesterday, I let out a self-deprecating smile. If he knew these were the last 12 hours with me, would he still break his promise?

After several minutes of the whole healing and delivering, it was 11:59 already and we began to count. "10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!" ~•~ 2249 words!!! Does anyone have an aunt like Aunt Adeola and Aunt Erioluwa???? We are heading towards the end of this book, guys!!! Thanks for always supporting. VOTE AND COMMENT!❤️❤️❤️

I held his jaw gently, the same spot his stubble always brushed against my fingers. “There’s a tech gala in a month or so,” I reminded him playfully. “Priorities, mister Josh. You know we have to focus on rising to the top. M&J is already getting attention just the way a book I recently came across on goodnovel, ‘He Regrets after the countdown to our divorce’ is getting some attention from one famous ‘Ma Christine Owings’ and we need to keep that pace to maintain that prestige.” He huffed a little laugh, shaking his head like he was amused and tired but proud all at once.

When the useless Jonah heard that he would need to run ten kilometers every day, he instantly gave up. The Lloyd family, unwilling to give up on such a good opportunity, sent Noah instead. This was why, all these years, Noah would send some of his allowance to the family without any complaint. If it weren't for Andy's help, they would still be toiling away for survival. I didn't have much hope after sending the telegram. Andy was so far away from me that the journey to reach me was three days by train. I didn't expect that he would reach me in three days.

Hannah was a clean we picked up about a month ago on a long mission that had ended in disaster, huge fucking epic disaster. The mission had started out like any other and progressed the way we all expected it to, until we found Hannah and her brother Danny klein. Then things had turned to shit fast. From overheard conversations and our own observations we had figured there was an imminent attack on the compound and high tailed it back. We made it in time but the infected still managed to get around our defenses, attacking from below and striking at the heart of our community. A lot of lives had been lost that day, including Wheeler.

button. A notification window popped up on the screen, asking for my confirmation. "After cancelling the contract renewal, you'll be assigned a new family in five days. You can cancel the contract termination at any time during the waiting period. Please confirm that you want to cancel the contract renewal." I tapped on the "confirm" button.

“Should I give up? Sell the name to the highest bidder and let Louis win completely?” He reached inside his coat and withdrew a slim leather notebook, the kind he always carried like a second skin. He opened it to a page marked with neat columns and underlined names. “No. I suggest you stop begging for charity and start offering opportunities.” I narrowed my eyes. “Go on.”