102 Minutes Novels & Stories

It was dark there except for the light coming from the protected screen. "Now this is more like it, no one should be able to see what's going on right here." He grinned at himself, running my thigh gently. I tried to hide the way it made me shiver. "When does the movie start? Are we too early?" I windered. "In ten minutes, so I guess we are." He said. "I wonder why." I rolled my eyes with sarcasm. "While we wait, can I go to the bathroom?" I wanted to ease my bowels now since the movie was going to last two hours.

Eleven hours forty-three minutes ….. "Wake up!" A loud commanding voice came with a solid kick to my stomach. I grunted, opening my eyes. What the fuck? My sight met the emotionless mask of my tormentor. I gasped loudly, hurriedly getting up on my feet like a scared kitten. My mind grew blank, forgetting where I was. Memories of stocked nightmares flashed before me. Beads of cold sweat trickled down my back, drawing a fine line on my spine. I inhaled deeply, calming my raising heart. "Jumpy aren't we kid?" asked the raspy voice of the masked man. I ignored him. A beeping sound came somewhere adding to my paranoia. I looked for the source of it and found it on my wrist. "Do you like your new

When he shakes his head no, it aches for my mate. “Our flight today is about ten hours.” Our pilot Mitch says before he tells us before he goes into the cockpit. “I’m sure you’re all in a hurry to get home. I need to get back to my mate and our new pup too, so I’ll make it as fast as possible.” “How many minutes is that?” Ghost asks. “Six hundred.” “Oh.” He sits and thinks for a moment. “How many seconds is that?” “Umm, thirty-six thousand.” “I can count that high. I’ve counted higher.”

Inez added. “Bring wine, too,” Cass pleads. “Okay, Cass, now this is brilliant. Inez giggled with excitement. Cassandra ended the call and quickly went back to her baking. Inez had allocated twenty minutes for Cassandra, but it all passed too quickly, and she wasn’t there yet. As she began to doubt, the doorbell went off and interrupted her thoughts.

"I didn't see anyone that matches with me, but you, so, I will take that as a yes?" "No, I haven't said yes yet".She sighed. "Can I think about it?". "Um".He checks his wristwatch. "You have thirty seconds to think about it and your time starts now". "Huh? Thirty seconds?". "Mm-hmm, you have twenty seconds remaining".He said and Isadora groaned frustratedly. "And it's 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...And 1, Time up!".

The entire, furious battle had lasted four minutes and seventeen seconds. Silence reclaimed the room, deeper than before. The only evidence of the war was the rapid rise and fall of Sabatine’s shoulders. She slowly lifted her hands from the keyboard, flexing her fingers. She stared at the peaceful map for a long moment, then let out a slow, controlled breath.

She panted in shallow, ragged gasps, chest heaving, tears still falling silently. Jax crouched beside her, checking the timer on his phone. Eleven hours, fifty-eight minutes. He let the seconds tick by in silence, stroking her sweat-damp hair almost gently while she trembled and sobbed. Fifty-nine minutes… The timer beeped. Only then did he speak, voice low and steady. “Twelve hours.” He cupped her cheek, thumb wiping away a tear, his touch deceptively tender. “Record broken, Lila.”

"I ordered your favorite soft pink wedding dress. After surgery, the designer will take your measurements. At our wedding, you'll be the most beautiful bride." I smiled and touched his face. This was my farewell. Tears streamed down my face, and a silent thought echoed. "Ethan, there won't be a wedding for us." As the doors to the operating theater closed, I kept my gaze fixed on the three people I loved most; I wanted to commit their faces to memory. Once these doors closed, I knew I would never see them again. As anesthesia dulled my senses, the world around me faded away. My death was declared at precisely 10:00 pm, as indicated by the wall clock.

And then he sets me down, and the world flips again. “Whoa.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “I didn’t sign up for this ride.” “You’ve been dancing for hours.” He moves my arm to loop around his waist, then puts his around my shoulders. “Hours?” I shake my head, and my stomach heaves. “More like minutes. I just got there.” He laughs and shows me his phone. Three o’clock in the morning. The game ended forever ago… I groan and close my eyes, but he just shakes my arm.

“I can't leave now, Miss Yvette.” “Why so?” “The boss's orders,” he replied coldly. I nodded, not wanting to argue with him either. “How much time do I have left here?” “Hours. Three hours and twenty-nine minutes, to be exact.” “That's 1:30?!” “You got it right.”