Countdown Novels & Stories

WRONG NUMBER “Shit!” Arielle Lawson cursed under her breath as her bag slipped off the bar counter, spilling its entire contents across the floor for the uninterested crowd of Midnight Halo Lounge, Manhattan to see. She stared at the mess absentmindedly through her increasingly blurry vision, wondering how she was supposed to gather whatever remained of her dignity. A part of her knew that if she stood up too quickly, she’d land face-first on the cold, filthy tiled floor. Her legs were already betraying her, softened by whisky and regret.

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?

The ground shook. Sana grabbed Nia and pulled her away from the wall. “Whatever you’re planning, do it quickly.” The older Emma looked at Sana. “You don’t have much time.” Sana frowned. “None of us do.” “No.” Her eyes darkened. “You don’t understand.” She pointed at the countdown. 03:58:12. The numbers continued falling. “This isn’t counting down to the apocalypse anymore.” I looked at the screen. “Then what is it counting down to?”

But you just made this worse for both of us. Wait and see. Happy New Year. Make it count. You have ten years, five months, twelve days. I'm counting every single one.

"The countdown on my interface isn't just ticking backward anymore—it’s skipping! Look!" Vikram glanced down at the digital display on his wrist unit while maintaining his stride. The numbers were a chaotic, flickering mess of corrupted code, rapidly flashing through impossible configurations before locking onto a terrifying reality: 13:00:28... 13:00:19... 13:00:11... Time wasn't merely running out; it was collapsing inward, drawing the physical structure of Shimla along with it.

No countdown. Just 8 people. On this side. 7 people. Plus Chloe. On that side. Eyes closed. For 11 seconds. For March 14th, 2022. For December 31st, 2023. For January 6th, 2024. _Thump-thump. Thump-thump._ 2:48 PM. Eyes opened. Chloe wiped eyes. Once. “Thanks,” Chloe said. “For waiting. For 7. For me.”

Time to end this one way or another. ***

“On your knees, baby. Let’s seal our deal.” Riley sank to her knees on the hardwood floor. Mr. Kane unzipped his jeans and pulled out his thick, heavy cock. It was already hard and intimidatingly large. “Open that pretty mouth.” She obeyed. As she took him between her lips for the first time, Mr. Kane groaned deeply and rested a hand on her head. “Three days, Riley. By the end of this weekend, you’re going to be addicted to this.” And deep down, she was terrified he was right.

“I find it funny that the two of you talk so tough when you are in no position to do so. If I do not get word to the man on the other side of that screen by the designated time, he will begin removing pieces of your friend. He’ll start by taking his toes, one by one, before moving his way upward.” “I don’t know anything about a book,” Cutter said defiantly. “And I say you’re lying. You have twenty-four hours to bring it to me or Warthog is dead, and you can look forward to finding pieces of him in your mailbox throughout the year.” “It’s the gift that keeps on giving,” Crush said, smirking. I went to hand him back the tablet but dropped it on the ground just before it reached his oversized h

I was happy that Damien was here too. I looked at my phone and decided that it was time for me to watch Christmas movies. I always watch the 24 hour marathon of the movie "The Christmas Story." It was my favorite. Wasn't nothing gone keep me off my couch with a bowl of popcorn. I could watch it all day and night. I never got tired of it.