11 Minutes Paulo Coelho Novels & Stories

They won't all be this quiet. He read it twice. He sat on the couch with his tea going cold and the park still visible through the window and thought about the fact that he'd had exactly forty-three minutes of feeling like nothing was on fire. Forty-three minutes. That was what he got. He picked up his phone and started a new document in his Marcus file.

He runs his hands on her waist as she moved her head to him. "What's wrong?" Milo asked. She moved closer to his chest and rested her head on his shoulder. "Nothing." She answered while she was playing with his big hands. Milo kissed her hair as he placed her hand on her thigh. “Don’t think about it too much.” "How long is the drive Paul?" Rowan blurted. "Maybe an hour. It's kind of a secluded place so it's far from the city." Paul answered. Lucius glanced at his phone and stared at the time. "It just turned seven in the evening anyways. We've got time to swim." Lucius blurted.

𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀 I had never realized how slowly time could pass. Especially when you were waiting for someone. Or worried about someone. Or both at the same time. Sitting on the bed, I wrapped my arms around my knees and looked once again at the clock on the nightstand. 00:17. I sighed. It seemed impossible. I was certain that at least an hour had passed since I last checked the time.

My eyebags just have enough to fight because they're so bulging to each other. "Eight" I answered in a low voice. "Eight hours?" Pocholo asked in disbelief. I rolled my eyes. "Eight minutes" "Eight minutes?!" He shouted. The other diners in the canteen looked in our direction because of the loudness of his voice. Pocholo immediately apologized to those who disturbed their eating. He looked at me. He still can't believe it. "Just eight minutes? Are you serious?"

But I did. Eli does not look away. He just nods slowly. "Maybe someday," he repeats. We eat in silence for a moment. The music plays. The waitress refills our coffee. Outside, the street is still empty. Then my phone buzzes. I check it. The time is 10:44. The bus will be here in six minutes. "The bus," I say. Eli looks at his own phone. "We still have time." "Six minutes. That is not enough to walk back and be sure."

His mind was full… too full, too loud and tangled. By the time they reached the car, he felt mentally drained. He got into the back seat without a word. Paulo slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine. For a while, there was silence. Only the soft hum of the car punctuated the silence. Then Paulo spoke. “For someone who just left the lion’s den alive,” he said, glancing at the mirror, “you’re too quiet.” Lewis didn’t even look up. “What do you want me to say?” he replied dryly. “My last prayers?”

“No matter what the result is, we can endure it there. But with time, we really have to move fast.” Paulo understood it. If this is the case, he should really brace himself on how to meet Carolus. This 31 years of waiting is coming to an end.

I mentally braced myself for whatever would come next. But much to my surprise, he didn't yell. In fact, he didn't move at all for a couple of seconds. Then he spoke. “How long?” He asked Lorenzo, who answered immediately. “One hour and thirty-eight minutes.” Marcello's gaze returned to us. “I gotta say, I'm surprised,” he said. “You both didn't take the easier route of just submitting to the other person.” Neither Jose nor I spoke. He walked toward us slowly and held out his hand.

I think I spent some time reading the book, and I almost forgot I was waiting for Gladimir to return. It was when I got to the second to the last chapter, I remembered that I was waiting for Gladmir. I glanced at my wristwatch, and I was shocked at how fast time had passed. It was about four hours already. ‘I had just spent four hours reading a book’ I frowned. I stared back at the book. When I was done with the book, I glanced at my wristwatch, I had already spent an extra hour. I ran out of patience, I couldn't wait for him any longer.

"Last time? When was that?" Paul paused, thinking back. "Uh… I think when I was ten? Maybe 11." Miranda's lips twitched. Sometimes, it's impossible not to laugh! "Pfft… Hahaha!" She couldn't hold it anymore and burst into laughter. Paul stood there in silence, his dignity crumbling faster than the snowball. He wanted to impress her, and yet this was the result. After spending over 40 minutes downstairs—and to save Paul from further embarrassment—Miranda pretended to check her watch and announced that she had to leave. Before he could respond, she dashed off, leaving him standing there.