Twenty Four Hours To Live Novels & Stories

“You put whatever you need to on there to make it happen tonight.” The man responded, “Tonight! Then another $1000.00.” “Ok,” he laughed, knowing the man was taking advantage of him. “Two hours, ok?” “Yes, yes, you come back in two hours,” he said smiling and swiping the credit card. Jason grabbed my hand and said, “I’m starving, are you ready for that lasagna?” “Yes,” I laughed as we walked out and back to my condo. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

My voice was calm, unnaturally so, but something dark and restless stirred inside me, clawing at my chest. The doctor hesitated, his lips pressing into a thin line. “We can’t give you a solid time frame. However, we will keep her under observation for forty-eight hours to see how she responds. If she doesn’t wake up after that…” He paused, then continued carefully, “we can’t give you much hope of her waking up soon.” The words sent a cold shiver through me. Forty-eight hours. After that, everything would be uncertain. I turned my head slowly toward the bed.

Again. Twenty-four hours to wait. To hope. To prepare for whatever came next. Together.

[There are many things that aren't certain in this world, but one thing is—there's only one heir to Hale Group, and it's @Tyler. I shared the post and announced, [Next Friday at 8:00 PM, Hale Group will hold a live stream to talk about the truth behind the true heir.] The post exploded. The night before the live stream, I received a call from Christina, filled with accusations. "Tyler, how long do you plan to keep this up? Hale Group is your father's and my life's work! I can't let you destroy it!" I sat back in the chair in Hale Group's CEO's office and stretched.

FLASH BACK YESTERDAY NIGHT, 8:30PM It's been years since my father, Dr. Bennett, had died from a car crash during my 15th birthday and ever since life had been hard for me. Don't get me wrong, I came from a wealthy family but it's the same as coming from a poor family when you're nothing but an illegitimate child. My mother was my father's mistress as I was told by my stepmom but I could remember how my father described her whenever I asked him about my mother, she wasn't just a mistress. She was his love.

HANA || THREE MONTHS LATER "Are you fucking someone else?" Bash gasped, turning around. "Jeez, babe. What are you doing up so late?" It is almost one o clock in the night. According to my fiance, it is the ideal time to come home. At first, I didn't give it much thought. There are a lot of things to take care of with Sandro taking over and Bash cleaning the mess Elio left in his export and import businesses. It has been three months since I almost lost my life.

Allie Saturday morning, 7:00 AM. The time when it all happened. It happened so fast that I didn't even have time to process what was happening, what was happening to me at that very moment. I get out of bed with difficulty and sit up, I rest my hand on my chest and cough in desperation as I struggle against my lungs to be able to breathe, it's not anxiety, it's my illness acting against me, doing its thing. Mom comes running into my room and talks to me but I don't hear her, all my senses are focused on finding more oxygen so I can breathe but despite my attempts I can't do it, it's all in vain.

Below the banner were the numbers '72:00:00'. Seventy-two hours. Three days. He watched the numbers tick down. He felt as though his life were slipping away with those numbers. The sight before him reminded him of a scene in one of the horror movies he had watched. "Someone is after my life, but who?!" he thought.

The wind blew gently caressing our face with the warmth of the late afternoon breeze, a familiar fragrance enters my nostrils it’s been six years since then I haven't heard anything from her but her billion dollar company remains the same and became even more powerful Lu took over it that's what I know after I flew back home to make my dreams come true. "Don't worry, my gramps told me that when two people did not end up together in this timeline, another life will be granted for them," She gave me her toothy grin. "Maybe in some other lifetimes, you will meet her again," I hope so darling, I will be waiting for her, again. **********

"Then you become what you've always been, Iris Hartley. Invisible." He leaves me standing there, heart racing, skin still tingling from his touch. I look at my phone. 3:14 AM. Seventy-two hours. Four thousand three hundred and twenty minutes. Two hundred and fifty-nine thousand two hundred seconds until my fate is decided.