14 Hundred Hours Novels & Stories

But she yanks me back into place. "Yes, you train. Yes, you work hard. But you don't give it your all," Hilda screams, and I feel my jaw drop. "We are training 4 to 6 hours a day, Hilda! I'm giving it all I have," I yell back at her "Really.?.?.?. SHIFT," Hilda shouts, and her Beta command shoots through my body.

I doubted Vex would rave, he did not seem like the talking type at all. “Thank you. I will also learn a lot from you all. I will come from five hundred hours to sixteen hundred hours every day.” The three hours before dinner would be to help the ladies at the kitchen or anywhere I am needed then paper work would be done at night till morning where I would train with Vex again then catch an hour or two of sleep.

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.

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.

"Dom—" "The case doesn't collapse if you rest for an hour," he said. Not a command. The other version — the one that looked like suggestion and functioned like something he actually meant. "Your father spent two years on this. We have seventy-two hours." His eyes held hers. "Come here." She came.

He drove home and held there, buried completely, and I felt him release in long hot pulses, his groan low and broken against my throat, his body shuddering once with the force of it and then going heavy and still. Neither of us moved. His weight settled over me and I held it. Outside the security light made its arc. Forty seconds. The compound ran its routines below us. The morning was closer now. His mouth moved against my temple. Not a kiss exactly. Just contact. Just him, staying. "Forty hours," I said. "Thirty-nine," he corrected. I closed my eyes. Close enough.