11 Minutes Novels & Stories

Arielle repeated, "Mr. Lovert, please turn off the timer first." Lovert pressed the timer and reached out to take the folder in Arielle's hand. He held the folder with a faint smile on his face, "For the case analysis and treatment plan in the back, it takes 80 minutes for most people to think and write. After forty minutes, you won't tell me that there are several questions about the case analysis and treatment plan that you haven't written down, right?"

There was a pause, his face twisted in thought, before he finally bit back with an answer. Set now after my seventeenth birthday, I am more used to this and, uh, I want, I want you to tell me how long will I last, right?" he suggested, half in desperation. "Say something." I raised an eyebrow, skeptical about his proposal. "I consider ten minutes pretty good use of my pussy," I stated in a slow and careful slur, watching Adrian's reaction. But he shook his head, his face falling in disappointment. "I mean to say, ten minutes is too less," he said with frustration in his tone.

I wondered how many minutes I’d endured so far and bit my lip. James, as per normal, instantly read my mind. “Five minutes down, one hour and fifty-five minutes to go. Time to get on with the warm-up, Lois.”

They must be waiting for me somewhere. As the train jerks, slowly crawling out of the station, I settle into my seat. I’ve theorised that it must take a few days for the train to make the full trip. Maybe a week even. Just as those thoughts consumed my mind, a small screen planted into the back of the seat in front of me flashes. First Destination : Territory Of Fate Time of Travel : 26 hours. Sighing deeply, I settle into my seat. With no belongings aside from the clothes on my back, I peel off my jacket and use it as a pillow. A few seats in front of me, I hear someone’s muffled cries.

Imagine my cock is what’s slamming into you while my mouth devours you. 14:00 – 14:50 Final minute! Give me everything! I want to hear you gasping! I want to see your back arching! Work those fingers until they are a blur! Make it messy! Make it loud! Thirty seconds left! Faster! Faster! Don’t you dare fail me now! Think about how much you want to explode! Think about how much you need this release! 14:50 – 15:00 Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!

I soften my tone just enough. “You have two minutes left.” She shoots me a weird look, drops onto the bed with unnecessary force, and checks an imaginary watch on her wrist. “Hey, that’s too short. If you can’t make it an extra five, then go on your own.” “Really?” She jerks upright, her fists clenched. “Like, really?" “Yeah,” I say, picking up my phone. A new message has been waiting for over six minutes. Lucien: We're off.

“Fourteen minutes?” “No,” Ines whispered. “Fourteen hours. Twenty-two minutes.” Varian straightened. Liora exhaled. She whispered, “Edda’s counting down.” Varian answered: “Then so are we.”

“Everything is ready to go.” Vivian sat down across from us on the porch. “We are having a few different options, but it should be good.” “How long has it been?” I asked Jo. She pulled out her phone and looked. “48 minutes.” “Send him a message that said he has 12 minutes left before you head to my bedroom.” “TATUM!” Maddox growled in my head. I forgot he was there. “Yes, my love? You don’t want to add another person in there?”

The guys instantly gathered around the whiteboard resting against the glass. "We are running the Gauntlet," I announced, tapping the board. "Red line start. Full sprint backward to the blue line. Pivot transition. Pick up the pass off the boards, weave through the three cones, and fire a wrist shot top shelf. You do not stop moving. If you miss the net, the whole line restarts." Carter squinted at the diagram, his heavy brow furrowing. "What’s the par time?" "Fourteen seconds." A collective groan rippled through the gathered players. Carter shook his head, leaning heavily on his composite stick.

“How much longer do I have?” He glance at his wristwatch, “I’d say less than thirty minutes, precisely twenty-three minutes.” I pull my head up and inspect my desk to see if I can navigate my way through the works on it in such a little time. “I think I can do this,” I bob my head, enthusiastic. “Really? Great!” “Can I help?” his brow arches in interest. “No helping. That’s part of the rules, and no using of magic either, that’s considered cheating.”