11 Minutes Novels & Stories

I glance around at the men, at the band on the stage, I turn and look at Fabiola, who is beginning to tremble, and a realization hits me. I look back at Donnie and slowly nod. “All right. Fifteen minutes.” He flicks his pocket watch around his forefinger and smiles. “Good. Good boy.”

He's a really goodlooking guy with light brown long shouldered hair, dark eyes and I just like how he looks good in jeans. Just like he is now as he comes my way. I'm currently at a diner that's just a walking distance from my apartment, I've been chilling here for close to 15 minutes now, not that it has been a surprise to see him here because he comes here often, it's that he's hinted that he wants to join me and now, I have to think of something to say and not act weird.

"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.

Like something that had been carried a long way and was deciding whether to put itself down. "You have nine minutes," I said. He blinked. "What?" "You asked for nine minutes before the unresolved things." I looked at my watch. "Race ended eleven minutes ago. You've used two. You have seven left. I'm being generous and rounding up." Something moved across his face. The thing underneath a smile that was realer than the smile. "You timed it." "I'm a racer. I time everything." "Audrey." "Six minutes fifty," I said. "Ticking."

And I am tired of being so grown up. "What about the bus?" I ask. He checks his phone. "Ten twenty three. We have twenty seven minutes before the next one. That is enough time for pie." Twenty seven minutes. "Okay," I say. "Pie." He stands up first. He is taller than I thought. He must be six feet tall, maybe a little more. He holds out his hand to help me up, and I look at it for a moment. Long fingers. Pencil bump on the thumb.

Didn’t say goodbye. He ran. Past me. Past Bear. Out the door. _Thump. Thump. Thump._ Hallway. Elevator. I followed. Bear followed. *3:11 PM. [SFX: CAR. THEN CURB. THEN BACKPACK.]* PCH. 90 MPH. Adrian driving. 128 BPM. Hands shaking. On wheel. “9 minutes,” Adrian said. To no one. To himself. To me. “9 minutes late.” “Adrian—” I started.

"If it were real trouble, you'll know." She comes and helps dust me off. “Now hurry,” her green eyes are twinkling. “Kane has a special treat planned for you and it’s under his orders that you are ready in time. I only have 45 minutes to transform you and trust me, honey, I’m gonna need every minute.” “How much time do I have left?” I begin to shuffle out of the room. Tapping her watch loudly she screams after me, “Seven minutes, thirty-eight seconds!”

Daniel placed a calming hand against her arm. She looked at him. "I'm trying." "I know." "But I'm seriously trying not to lose my mind right now." Daniel almost smiled. "I can see that." A tiny laugh escaped her. Then it disappeared. The reality returned. Ava looked at Seraphina. "Tell me everything." The woman studied her. "Everything?" "Yes." "That could take days." "We have fifty-eight minutes." Adrian glanced at the countdown. "Fifty-eight minutes and twelve seconds, actually." Aria turned toward him.

Ifunanya smiled and then faced Ifenna who had suddenly turned serious as if he was prepared for whatever she was going to throw at him. "I am waiting for you to say whatever that is in your mind," Ifenna said. "Give me some time," Ifunanya replied. "How much time?" Ifenna asked. Ifunanya squeezed her brows to show that she wasn't ready to answer unnecessary questions. Ifenna became quiet. "How many seconds are in a minute?" Ifunanya asked. "About sixty seconds," Ifenna replied. "How many seconds are in an hour?" Ifunanya asked again. "About three thousand, six hundred seconds," Kainene replied for Ifenna.

“Stay close and don’t even think of going off on your own.” She nodded briskly, “Time. How long before the big guys get here?” “Ten minutes tops.” XXX