Countdown Novels & Stories

“Almost forgot to introduce. This is our great father who's been missing for ten years.” Arthur activated the timer of the C4 explosives. “Thirty - second countdown. Your choice.” “Pick up the antidote and save your newly - wedded husband.” “Or start the detonator, send this old monster back to hell, and claim your inheritance.” “Countdown starts now.”

Jasmine’s POV~ The countdown was there on the wall, glowing. Seventy-two hours. Now sixty-seven. Then sixty-one. Time folded back on itself with each breath, and I couldn’t stop watching it, as if keeping my eyes on it would slow it down. But numbers never listened. Not to be blood. Not to fear. Not even to regret.

A serial killer who had been on the run for five years kidnapped my son, Fraser Robertson. A time bomb was strapped to his body. With only ten minutes left, the kidnapper gave us a final warning. "Get your forensic pathologist husband here now, or I'll blow up your only son." My mother, Daphne Vanderbilt, used every connection she had to send the city's SWAT team to the scene, ready to storm the building. My husband's parents, Walter and Helen Robertson, offered up their entire fortune to negotiate with the kidnapper and buy Fraser's freedom. I desperately called my husband, Sebastian Robertson, over and over. It took more than a dozen calls before he finally answered. But after hearing what

I guess luck is on my side, huh? There are straight, zigzag, E, C, and other routes but nah, who cares about those when there is a pretty awesome route right where I'm staring at? Ten tenenenen!

Grandma's voice was trembling as she bellowed, "Linda Mills! Ash is your son, too!" Mom wanted to say something, but Grandma cut her off, saying, "I know Eli has a tragic fate, born with that cursed countdown. I also know you feel sorry for him and want to give him the absolute best to let him leave in peace."

Cally Exclaimed Maxas if it was programmed to just obey Cally's voice, without even realizing it, he was already nodding "good, we're about to start the mission!"

Aki-chan waited by the counter eagerly for him to pick up. “Good morning, Kake-chan.” He said, his voice a rumble, when he picked up. “Good morning.” I replied. Aki-chan followed. “Good morning! Aki is here too!” “Eh? Aki-chan? What is it, in the morning?” I could hear the smile in his voice. “It’s nearly 11:00 am.” I said. “Speaking of… did you just wake up?” “That… would be correct.” He admitted. “Thanks to you.”

I smiled at her as she sat back down. "Ok. Now we would like to see a dance or cheer that you've prepared. You will have ten minutes to practice." Scarlett announced. Cassy and I were ready for this, Scarlett had already told us that this would be part of the tryouts and Cassy and I had decided to do a dance together that we had learned for the dance squad last year.

Let me be your date to the prom… 🥺PLEASE! Avyanna: Okay. You can be my date to prom..🙃 Let's chat later. Okay? Have a good night. Or morning. I got a text from Elektra. Elektra_😜😈: I know you are texting Alcinder, you betrayer. Avyanna: No, I'm not..🙃 Elektra_😜😈: you dare chat him before me(dramatic gasp). So has he asked to take you to prom?

All that remained was the launch coordination meeting scheduled for Friday—the exact moment our two-week agreement ended. I spent Thursday evening in my apartment doing absolutely nothing productive, which is how I knew I was in actual distress. I'm not a person who does "absolutely nothing." I have systems. Routines. Productivity frameworks. Thursday night I had chaos and anxiety and the specific knowledge that something fundamental was about to change. By Friday morning, I couldn't quite eat breakfast. The launch coordination meeting was scheduled for 2 PM. Westbrook executives, our team, final details before the Monday market launch.