11 Minutes Novels & Stories

Frost looked at his watch and replied softly, "Just three minutes." Bianca widened her eyes in surprise and whispered, "No way!" She felt like it had been a long, long time. Frost started to explain enthusiastically, "Research abroad has found that 7-13 minutes is the ideal duration." Bianca looked inexplicably at Frost, who, though handsome, also had a kind of silliness about him.

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.

"Okay, no more than 30 minutes, ok?" "Ok!" ***

“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?”

I said. "Sixty seconds, Kai," Marcus said. The timer hit 59.