102 Minutes Novels & Stories

I finally asked. “Not yet,” Dante replied. “But I’ve already sent the footage to be enhanced. You’ll have it in a few minutes.” “Like how many minutes?” “I'm not precise but it should be around 20 to 30 minutes.” “Hasten up. Please.” I could barely recognize my voice as I hung up, shoving the phone into my pocket and I got into the car again. My hand gripped the wheel hard enough for my knuckles to turn white.

The soft glow rippled over stone and vanished as each pair slipped into their assigned routes. She finally exhaled, a quiet sigh that fogged in the cold. “Thirty-five minutes,” she whispered to herself, her voice barely a thread against the air. “That’s how long they stay in there.” The words pulsed with quiet triumph. It was perfect, thirty-five minutes was all she needed. In that narrow slice of time, she could move people unseen, silent as drifting smoke. In thirty-five minutes, a dozen souls could pass through the underground pathway and vanish into the woods before the guards returned to their posts. Hope stirred in her chest.

Spoke without turning around. “We have twelve hours.

"There are more than ten tunnels on this route. The one up ahead is the longest. It takes a full three minutes to pass through!" The moment I heard that, I looked at Phoebe excitedly. She froze for a moment, too, seemingly understanding what I was thinking. After a brief hesitation, she shyly gave a small nod. Three minutes might not be long, but it was more than enough. "Ready?" I asked quietly. I could tell that Phoebe had already reached her limit. Her body felt softer as she leaned into my arms. Phoebe nodded. However, her hand unconsciously rested against the front of my pants.

“Six minutes.” Eli paused, his brows raised in confusion. “What?” “You will kneel for six minutes.” Eli opened his mouth again. “Wait, what the hell? You can’t just—” “Ten minutes for countering me and fifteen for using a profanity.” “What?! That’s not fair! You—” “Twenty.” Eli sputtered. “But I didn’t—” “Thirty.” He shut up immediately as the fight drained out of him. He couldn’t believe his fucking ears.

I said. The burner buzzed again new message. TWENTY-FOUR HOURS. I locked eyes with Adrian. “Good,” I said. “I only need twelve.” He almost smiled.

I grab his tie. "Ten minutes is a long time," I whisper. And the ride home becomes the longest, hottest ten minutes of my life.

I huff, "But trust me here, It's mandatory!" He looks down at his watch and sighs, "3 hours 20 minutes and counting."

He murmured gruffly, his gaze surprisingly gentle, yet holding my droopy ones intently. “Why would you think that, I barely even slept” I murmured, my voice sounding barely above a whisper. “What kind of law in this advanced universe states that sleeping over ten hours is considered ‘barely slept’?” he demanded, his tone oozing off playful sarcasm. My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. “What??!... Ten hours?!” I yelled and he nodded with a shrug. “Ten hours, eight minutes and thirty four seconds to be precise” he read from the luxurious Graff Diamond watch strapped around his wrists.

Odessa must be endured, love and pleasure. “20 minutes, Yx. I'm already there by a chopper. ” Si Tiverius. “20 minutes is fucking long. Make it 10. ” "You mean, make it impossible?" "Yes." It’s breathtaking and no complaints say yes on the other line. "9 minutes."