11 Minutes Novels & Stories

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.”

“There's no way we're spending the next ten minutes walking together without saying a word to each other, Icy. I thought you were the realistic one.” “I am being realistic.” “Sure.” He deadpanned, but I just ignored him. “I can walk all the way home without speaking to you. You’re just the one making me speak to you.” He let out a breathy laugh, his gaze flicking over me. “So you’re saying that if I stop talking, you’re going to to stay quiet for the next ten minutes?” “Twenty-one.” I corrected him, but he just blinked at me. “What?” “It takes about twenty-one minutes to get to where I live, but I think it should be nineteen now.”

Set the timer for three minutes that feel like three hours. Please, I pray to whatever force in the universe decides these things. Please let this work. Please let my body do this one thing right. Please don't let me have survived surgery just to fail at the one thing I survived for. Two minutes pass. The test is still blank. One minute left. Still nothing. Thirty seconds. The control line appears. The test is working. Fifteen seconds. Still just one line. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. One line.

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.

"Lucas. This is your room." "Sweet," he says. "Should we meet at a said time?" Sarah begins to speak, saying that an hour is fine, but I stop her. An hour is way too long, and it opens the door for lounging and laziness. "Oh, no that's too long. I'm thinking thirty five minutes," I check my phone. It's around one o'clock. Perfect. "It's one now, so one thirty five." "Yes, I know how to do math," Sarah rolls her eyes.

Henry said pinning against to the car. "Two minutes late." He screamed top of his lungs while breaking silence between us." "Yes, so what's we loss for getting two minutes late only." Henry said. "Definitely its huge loss, do you know the meaning of two minutes? Two minutes means 120 seconds and 120000 milliseconds." He calculated the whole thing. My eyes widened and jaw dropped after listening his calculations. "Brother stop it, you know right I’m weak in maths." Henry said while pulling his cheeks.

The guys readied themselves when Jared approached them. “Ten minutes!” Leo declared, making Jared raise an eyebrow. “You want the fight to last ten minutes?” “Yes!” Ren rolled his eyes, interpreting the question differently. “No. Our goal was to last at least ten minutes. You can defeat us in less than that amount of time.” He promptly explained and Jared did a quick scan of him before turning to the other two. He grinned. “Sure. I’ll make it five minutes.” “Damn!” Leo and Gareth both cursed. Ren hesitated before asking, “Can we have another go afterwards?”

I added a fresh layer of powder to make the sweat go away and redid my eyes and lips. “Yes, equals. Just be patient with me as I get used to it. You aren’t the only person who has to change.” I felt a pang of guiltiness from that. He wasn’t wrong… “How much time do we have till we need to be down there?” I asked. “We still have about 45 minutes.” “Can you make me a drink, please?” I finished with my look and I was happy with it.

“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.”

"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.