Countdown To My Death Novels & Stories

Only 120 days. The countdown had begun, but not just for me to figure out how to get my revenge. There was something more, something bigger at play. I had only 120 days to avenge my death, to reclaim what had been stolen from me, and then, I would return. I had no idea how this would work, how I would even manage to pull it off in this fragile, unfamiliar body. How could I carry out vengeance when I didn’t even know how to move forward in this new life?

Two days until the end of everything. And as the music swells and the people of Māui cheer for our deaths, I feel uneasy knowing my death is just a matter of days away. My last battle would also be on my birthday. My twentieth.

Then the doctor steps back slowly. His eyes meet mine. It’s the look I’ve seen before. The one that says everything without a single word. He clears his throat softly. “Time of death,” “No!” I snap, voice cracking. “7:52p.m.” The world tilts. My ear rings. My chest collapses inward. Something inside me breaks so loudly I swear the whole room hears it. Hands touch my shoulder gently, but I shrug them off, stumbling backward until my spine hits the wall.

Eli tried to throw himself forward to shield me, but Mom held him back with a firm grip, saying, "He needs to learn his lesson! He needs to understand what things he can and cannot say!" I overheard Mom and Dad talking in the kitchen the following day after the incident. Mom said through her tears, "He only has nine years left…" "I know," Dad said hoarsely." "J-Just nine years left…" It was only then that I understood that Eli was really going to die. It turned out that the numbers hovering above his head, unseen by anyone else, were the countdown to his lifespan. In the living room, Mom's and Dad's eyes were bloodshot as they carefully escorted Eli back to his bedroom.

I couldn't make out everything she was saying, but then her voice suddenly became clear. “You have less than Two months to find Richard, I can't keep staying here in fear.” My hand froze. I slowly looked up at her. could she really be talking about my father, Richard. But that was impossible because my dad was dead There were countless people named Richard in the world. But why do I feel like she was talking about him. Vivian ended the call and slipped her phone into her pocket. I quickly lowered my head before she could notice my reaction. But my mind was already racing.

Only because our son begged to go to the amusement park, my wife, Nyla Frost, a wealthy heiress, ended up in a car accident on the way there, leaving her permanently paralyzed from the waist down. To punish us, she slashed our daily allowance to a mere ten cents. For the past three years, my son and I had no choice but to survive by scavenging through trash every day, even fighting the dogs for scraps. One day, my son was so hungry that he lost all reason. He ate a few crumbs of a cookie that our family doctor had accidentally dropped on the floor. My wife flew into a rage, accusing him of having filthy, thieving hands. As punishment, she made him stand outside in the pouring rain for th

Age at death: 6 years old Date of death: 10th December, XXXX (1:30 AM) My body collapsed onto the floor. “NO!!!”

Then even that pain faded into numbness. 'Mission failed. Extermination will initiate soon.' I was not surprised to hear the notification from the system. As waves of cheers and congratulations echoed through the air, I walked over to the lake hidden in the back garden. Then, without hesitation, I jumped. I would rather end my life than wait to die in agony as the system wipes me out. Icy water surrounded me, rushing into my nose. My mind drifted, and it felt like I could see my original parents. 'I'm sorry, Mom, Dad. I won't be able to take care of you in your old age…'

"She said we were destined to have no children, so she used her lifespan to trade for Brandon... The countdown was the countdown to her death, not Brandon's..." "Destined to have no children? But... but we had Heidi!" Mom covered her mouth in disbelief. I nodded too. Yeah, that's ridiculous. The countdown started as soon as I was born. How could they get it wrong? Dad paused when he heard this. He said doubtfully, "Maybe Mom was delirious from her illness?" Then, his eyes reddened again, "But, Brandon's..." "Impossible, we couldn't have made a mistake! I'm going back to get a clear answer from her!"

"It isn’t fake! Give it back! That’s my mother!" My desperate scream echoed through his mind. "Your daughter put her fingerprint on the death certificate, Mr. Lawson. You can go settle the fees." Justin stared fixedly at the death certificate. Name of deceased: Ava York. Age: Thirty-four. Time of death: 2:15 a.m., four days ago. The black words on the page stabbed at his eyes. He reached out to touch the paper, but his hand trembled so badly that he could barely lift it. "She really… died?"