Countdown To My Death Novels & Stories

After discovering that Jude Pearson was still in love with my stepsister Thalia Yates, I had already made up my mind to disappear from their lives. I reached out to my friend, Naomi Clarke, and started putting together a flawless fake-death plan. Just as we were finalizing the details, I caught the familiar scent of disinfectant—and there he was, Jude, walking in with a bouquet of roses. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and nuzzled affectionately, asking, "What are you working on?"

The empty road offered no answer. Only silence. Then— Buzz. My entire body froze. The phone. My shaking fingers reached for it. A new message flashed across the screen. Unknown Number. Instantly, dread curled through my chest. Slowly, I opened it. The pale glow illuminated my tear-streaked face. One sentence. Only one. Yet it felt like a death sentence. My blood turned to ice. YOU HAVE SEVEN DAYS LEFT.

The men slowly lowered my body into the earth, wailing and continuing on until all I could see was white sky. “Goodbye, Life.” -THE END-

The curse wrapped around my heart like a snake, tightening and tightening. In that moment I really thought I was going to die. I lay there, my face against the cold cement, with only one thought in my head. It's better that he's gone. He's gone, so he won't have to watch me die. Somehow I came back to life after that. Maybe the curse decided it wasn't done playing with me. I braced against the bookshelf and stood. In the mirror, my face was white as paper, my forehead all blood. I rinsed it with water and stuck a bandage on it.

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 youngest Don the Bellandi family had ever seen. He owned the docks, the casinos, and half the South Side’s dirty money, yet he sa

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

My lungs expanded fully, pulling in sweet, clean air. I looked down at my hands. They were steady. The skin was tan and vibrant, not the translucent gray of a corpse. "Goddess..." the word was breathless as it escaped my lips. I lunged for the phone on the nightstand and my thumb hit the home button, and I stared at the glowing numbers until they practically burned into my eyes. June 14th 2023. I died June 14th 2024. The date was showing one year ago. One full year before I was supposed to be cold in the ground.

Dad's hair turned gray overnight, and Mom lost her mind. They sold the villa and lived in that dark basement, spending their days guarding my portrait in the filth. And every year on my birthday, two aged figures would always appear at the cemetery by the seaside without fail. They would kneel before a joint grave, weeping uncontrollably while staring at the tombstone bearing both my name and Katrina's name. And next to our name, carved in smaller letters, there was a line that said, "May we never meet again in the afterlife."

I chose the most remote corner of the cemetery, right beside a secluded side gate. From the gravestone to the exit, it was the shortest possible route. For the past ten years, I had not stopped training my body, my strength, or my reaction speed for even a single day. I had prepared myself for this day.

“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.”