Countdown Novels & Stories

In a feverish haze, I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery guy called out, "Delivery for Mr. Hendrick." I smiled as I took it from the delivery guy and thanked him. I was going to laugh at James for being childish. After all, before falling asleep, I had only mentioned that I had a fever. Yet he had already ordered medicine for me. However, when I opened the delivery bag and saw what was inside, my expression froze. Condoms and lubricant were right there in plain sight, and even the toy in my hand made my head spin. Just as I took out my phone, ready to demand an explanation from my husband, a text message suddenly popped up. "This is Sangland Resortworld. Dear Mr. Hendrick, we are de

"Now go home. Don't cause trouble for me here." At seven that evening, I reserved the window seat at the upscale restaurant where we had gone on our first date. I ordered a table full of dishes Victoria had once loved most. Soft violin music filled the restaurant. Outside the window, the city lights and traffic glittered through the night. I sat there quietly, watching the red countdown in midair that only I could see, watching it keep slipping away. [Death countdown: 41 hours, 30 minutes, 12 seconds.] Seconds and minutes passed.

The bomb's entire display went dark in an instant. Time seemed to freeze. One second. Two seconds… The countdown stopped. The numbers froze at 05:07. "No!" Jasmine's voice exploded from the speaker, hysterical and shredded. "That's impossible! How dare you! How dare you do this!" The pride and calculation in her voice were completely shattered. All that remained was raw madness and an unwillingness to accept defeat. I lifted my head and looked toward the pitch-black window of the building across the plaza.

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.

"Have a seat." She complied, and he booted his computer. He'd give his mom credit. She'd sent four pictures of him and Peyton already, one being the shot she had in her living room. He logged into the account for Fallen Veterans and scanned through the pictures from a week ago, finding a photo of them dancing. Then, he went into the corporate system's mainframe. "It's done." Joseph strode in and parked himself in a chair across the desk. "What's the plan?"

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 y

Rachel reached Jason's side just in time to hear a few women trying to crowd around him, each hoping to strike up a conversation. "Mr. Denzel, could we exchange numbers? My family has a plot of land going up for auction in a few days. Maybe you'd be interested in taking a look?" "Mr. Denzel, we're launching a new project tomorrow. Would you be able to attend? You might find something that fits your company's needs." "Mr. Denzel, our firm is working on new energy and drone tech. We've already prepared a proposal. Would you consider reviewing it?"

Five minutes to save everything or lose it all. The countdown begins.

I ask. "This is Dr. Abstract Wrightwood. Come to the hospital right now or else I'll be the one coming to your house and pull off your ear for you to be here." "There's no way I will do that and there's no way you can find me." I said out of teasing. She laughed sarcastically. "Then, let’s see. If I find you within five minutes, I'll dissect you alive without any anesthesia so you can feel the pain or you'll be here before five minutes ends. Your timer starts now. Tick-tac!" she said then ends the call.

Make the right decision. All I can hear is a low, angry growl and I realise it is coming from me and Atari.