102 Minutes Mga Nobela at Kwento

His muscles were locked, his shoulders hunched as if he were bracing for a blow that never landed. "How long?" "Four hours," I replied automatically. My jaw was so tight my teeth ached. "Four hours, twelve minutes, and thirty seconds since submersion." Viggo gripped the railing. The metal groaned under the pressure—a slow, grinding sound that traveled up my arm and settled in my jaw. He wasn't pacing anymore. He was staring at the black surface with the terrifying stillness of a predator that has lost the scent trail. His pupils were blown wide, black swallowing the gold.

Three hours and ten minutes," she said. "Yes," Lennon said. He did not look at the clock again. He stood there and he thought: hold. Just hold

He sighs deeply with a slight contented smile, making me exhale with relief. The nurse holding the camera sets it down and shakes her head in disbelief. “It never gets old.” “How long has it been?” I turn to the doctors to see what their reaction is. They’re both watching me with jaws agape. I feel exhaustion creeping in while I wait for them to answer me. “How long?” “Oh, sorry, Alpha. Uh, fifty-seven minutes.” Andreas’s doctor looks at his watch, then points to the table. “Why don’t you put Andreas back on the exam bed and we will do a quick checkup.”

I call back sweetly. “Lex, how long was that?” “Ninety-seven seconds. I thought it would be faster. Better give us a buffer, just in case” she advises. “Yeah. That’s a good call. Ten seconds?” I nod and pout my lip as I rinse out the shampoo. “I haven’t been out in for a long time. I’m itching to go. Ten seconds is way more than enough. We just have to shift quickly.” “Okay. You’re not exaggerating, right? If you tell me ten seconds, I’m giving you ten seconds.”

“You’re not.” His hand slipped beneath my shirt. “So… think we have time before one of them wakes up?” I arched a brow. “We have ten minutes, max.” “Then we better make it count.”

The timer appeared on screen. Fifty-nine minutes. Fifty-eight minutes. And the world waited to see what we would do.

Fiona was breathless, complaining that the container was too rough against her skin. Luca just nipped her ear. "There’s a first time for everything, babe. Doesn't the adrenaline make it better?" "You’re terrible!" "Hahaha! That idiot has no clue we’re doing this right behind her back while she ‘guards’ the boat for us." "You’re so bad! If Angelina’s father ever found out, he’d have your head on a platter." "Psh. You wouldn't let him. You’d miss this too much." I stood behind the cold steel of the container, my nails drawing blood from my palms. Tears finally broke through. Every word felt like a jagged needle to the heart.

Roughly 15 minutes. The countdown began…

"Find the slowest version of each one." Her aide understood. "Twenty minutes," he said. "Twenty minutes," she confirmed. "Give the wolves a chance."

“Tell Mom I’ll be down in ten!” They didn't move. Instead, Jackson’s hand came up, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw with agonizing slowness before sliding into my damp hair, tilting my head back so I had no choice but to drown in his eyes. “Ten minutes is a long time, Cat. A lot can happen in ten minutes.”