12 Hours Novels & Stories

And the virus now hers spread. Time: twelve hours. The breaking point had come.

"Are we leaving now? Can we leave now? How long until we leave? Is it time? Is it almost time?" I check my phone. "Twenty-eight minutes." "That's SO LONG. That's like forever. That's like a hundred years. That's—" "It's twenty-eight minutes," Ethan says from the table, not looking up from his waffles. "That's exactly 1,680 seconds. Which is a long time in seconds but not a long time in minutes. It depends on how you measure it." "Well, it FEELS like forever," Alexander insists. "Feelings aren't the same as facts."

I wake up to Luna basically laying on me. I check my phone for the time and I see that it is eleven o’clock. I slept for four hours and Luna slept for six hours. I wake her up, “Luna, wake up. We need to eat, you have been sleeping for six hours,” she moans and I move her from my body.

64 H U G O The flight was ten freaking hours. And sitting next to Audrey for ten goddamn hours inside a plane isn't doing good to meat all. She keeps complaining about everything around her even if it’s pretty much really petty. It's actually irritating and embarrassing to the cabin crew and the others who are here.

Yes, that's close enough. And to know that her eyes still light up, the same way they did when we started connecting, fills my heart with utmost joy. She should have forgotten me by now, but no, she hasn't. The planned hour to two, with Ava, has increased and I'm pretty sure, that we have reached 4 hours. Reece seemed to get lost in the time, more than I did and I saw a different Reece, altogether. Playful, more gentle and just dad like, that's who I saw come out of Reece.

For six months. One hundred eighty days. Each one an eternity.

It was already midnight. "Just 16 hours more."

Turning back to the doctor. “How much time do we have?” I asked, my voice steadier now, but only because I forced it to be. He exhaled slowly. “Approximately twelve hours,” he said. “Maybe less, depending on how her body responds.” Twelve hours. That was it. Twelve hours to find answers. Twelve hours to make a decision no one should ever have to make. I nodded once. “Do whatever you can,” I said, my voice low. “Keep her alive.”

“I want a truce. Just for the remainder of this trip. Until we get back to Crown Point.” Her eyes narrow. “A truce,” she repeats. Skeptical little thing. “Just believe that I’m actually being nice.” I scoff. “It’s not completely foreign to me.” “It is to me,” she says under her breath. Still, she seems intrigued. The clock is ticking. It’s almost three-thirty, and my alarm is set for nine. The bus leaves at noon, and we’ll be back by mid-afternoon. It’s not a lot of time. It’s doable.

Alpha Mars' POV Twelve fucking hours! I have been in this stuffy SUV for twelve fucking hours. The only reason we didn’t fly is because my mother thought we might be bringing back some new pack members if pack members found their mates. Makes sense, but TWELVE FUCKING HOURS!!!