Countdown Novels & Stories

𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙖, 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙯 𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙟𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢. 𝙁𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙝'𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧.

“You’d better take a look at this. It’s a fax message sent from a dance studio. I wonder why they didn’t telephone or send a text message.” “Have you tried to get a signal on your mobile round here?” I asked, as he handed me the piece of paper. BALLROOM EXPERIENCE Guess what – pressing Mac for a divorce again this morning – he said no one would have to suffer much longer. See you tonight Coco Xxx “This is from Coco Caviachi,” I said. “Vasily Kutziyez’s dance partner.” “Looks like they were more than just dance partners.” Paul exclaimed *

This time I would finish him. "Shaurya Agnihotri starts counting your days in reverse manner. I am coming." The room heard my growling and frustration with my utmost hateful statement.

After the announcement everyone rushed out towards the notice boards and all the students were going wild. Within a minute or two a guy stood on one of the tables in the cafeteria. "So guys finally the wait is over. We are having sports, outsiders and outer teams are allowed, the list of sports is on the notice board. I'm Sebastian, the in-charge of participation forms and selection. Enrol your names and games to me. Y'all have two days to decide. And for new students, do participate because Sports Mania is the best time of the whole year in university. Good day!" He ended his speech and people already started rushing to that blond guy.

Hearing my phone bing like twenty times I look to see. "5 missed calls, 2 voice mail,,5 texts !" " What the hell!" I opened my phone, my sisters, my aunt, and uncle and some random number are the cause of all beings from my phone. After reading and hearing the texts and voicemails ." I will call them back later today " Reminding myself. Head back down the stairs to the kitchen to make a quick cup of coffee. After making a cup and a bowl of cereal I checked my emails seeing I had work that need dance to be finished in the next two days. Knowing I'm need a dance studio for this I searched to see there are one thirty minutes from the house but the thing was it was a human territory.

Does he know that that doesn't help? "Sure, I'll just simply calm down," I say sarcastically. "Right. What I said." I roll my eyes. With a slight zipping sound, the three men arrive promptly with a large newspaper. They walk around the basement with the paper, displaying it for all to see. "June 4th, 2016," it reads. It's the beginning of the end.

I rebuilt the core. Countdown hit zero. I typed the last line. Black screen. The whole studio went dead quiet. Ten seconds. The main screen lit up. The judge's voice cut through—sharp, excited. "The winner is Clara Clermont!"

and in a heartbeat later, an ominous three-second countdown began to display on the dark screen. Three. . . Two. . . One. . . IT'S SHOW TIME!

Until 10 seconds were left. “10” “9…” “8…” “7…..” “6……” “5…….” “4……..” “3……….” “2………….* “1— [ To be continued.. ]

I murmured. He kissed the back of my neck. “You will. For the next nine days - and maybe forever.” I blushed so hard I buried my face into the pillow. Then I felt something soft - lighter than a fingertip - drag along my bare spine. I blinked. “What is that?” Cassian smiled against my shoulder and held it up. A single white feather. “Daddy brought a toy,” he said with a smirk. “Oh no,” I laughed. “Oh yes.” He shifted so he was leaning over me, dragging the feather slowly along my back, then down the side of my ribs. I squirmed instantly.