Two Minute Warning Book Novels & Stories

Ugh, why was I thinking about that right now? A loud buzzer sounded, breaking me from my thoughts and stopping the guys from laughing. “What does that mean?” I asked, judging by the way they were standing, it meant something. “It’s the final warning to get to safety,” Ezra said as he moved to grab the things he needed for the fight. “We have about 2 minutes until they are on the grounds.” Mr. Griffin added.

The most dangerous moves… are the ones you don’t notice. Not when they happen. Not when they begin. But only when it’s already too late. — The Guardian chamber remained silent after the last message. WATCH CLOSELY. Those two words hung in the air like a warning… or a promise. No one spoke for several seconds. Because now— they were waiting for something they couldn’t see. Jessica’s fingers hovered above the console. “…I don’t like this.” Noah nodded quickly.

I said, raising my voice over the noise. His eyes flicked toward me, cold and unreadable, but he didn’t budge. “You don’t want to go in there,” he said, his voice deep and calm, like he knew more than he was letting on. “I don’t have time for this,” I snapped, trying to push past him. But his arm shot out, stopping me in my tracks. "You’ll be walking into a death trap,” he warned, lowering his voice. “There’s likely a secondary device still inside. They always leave a second one. It’s how they operate.”

When he was finally satisfied that everything was in perfect condition he took one last look at the girl he loved in coma due to his stupidity and kissed her forehead before he opened his backpack and brought out a blanket, a pillow, some snacks, energy drinks and the large wall clock he had taken off the wall of his bedroom. After eating and making sure he wasn’t in anyway uncomfortable, he sat down on one of the dusty chairs in the room with the clock opposite him on a wooden table with rusty equipment scattered on it. Ara kept staring at the clock, the time was 8:15am and within some few seconds the trance of time consumed him and he was back on the bed inside the motel with the journal l

1:30. It's almost showtime. And I feel the storm coming.

The woman in the red dress struggled to breathe and absorb what was going on about her. She sensed emotions of tragedy, anguish and desperation all around. Her head was heavy, she was breathless like something heavy had been pushed down on her, and her consciousness was fading. Focus, Focus! she told herself.

And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred. I finally summoned courage to slam the book shut with a sharp snap that echoed through my quiet apartment. My heart was racing, skin flushed hot despite the cool rain still pattering against the windows. That invisible presence lingered in the air like heavy incense — thick, masculine, and far too interested. I couldn’t explain it, but every instinct screamed that opening that book any further tonight would be dangerous. “No,” I whispered to the empty room. “Not tonight.”

I watch his eyebrows scrunch in confusing. “Why did you wear it – “ before he could finish his question , we are all disturbed by the trumpets blowing. These trumpets are to announce that a very important person is to enter the room - I watch as everyone straightens their posture , fix their garments , take in dep breathes and the guards’ hands tighten around their weapons. How important is this person and who is it? Before the guards could open the door , I feel a fearful shiver wash over my body. I rub my arms slowly trying to warm myself up a bit , but something in me feels like this the way my body is telling me that something big is going to happen tonight. The guards open the two huge

She turned the other page to him. "Send them their funds before the next seventy two hours or" he stopped but Grace didn't take it off from his face. "That is all what's written there" he cried. Grace read the paper herself. She had wanted to write more than that. She dipped her hand into her pocket and brought out another one piece of paper. He showed him to read again. "Seventy two hours. Last warning" Robert sighed. "I understand. I will do that. I promise" he vowed in sheer distress.

' My Daemon warned me and then retreated into the confines of my mind. ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment, and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform