14 Hundred Hours Novels & Stories

"That's not very long to prepare for something this dangerous." "It's enough," I said, with more certainty than I fully felt, though I intended to spend every one of those seventy two hours making that certainty true, running every contingency, closing every gap Cross might attempt to exploit until the plan was as close to unbreakable as anything I had ever built in four years of exactly this kind of work.

Had turned grief into a four-billion-dollar company. He could survive this too. They could survive this. “Six hours,” he said. “Six hours,” Selene agreed. “Let’s make them count.”

In the front seat, his assistant, Ethan Mars, cleared his throat. “Sir? It’s getting late. Do you want me to drop you home?” Nicholas looked up and glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It was almost seven p.m. He hadn’t realized it was so late. He leaned back in his seat and ran a hand through his hair. He was tired, and he still had work to do. But he also had a lot to catch up on after two consecutive work trips that had drained him more than usual. “No, I have a few more things to take care of at the office. You can leave. I’ll drive myself.”

"A day? I don't understand." Crystal took a deep breath. "A day. From 12 am to 12 am. 24 hours. 1440 minutes. 86400 seconds. One day with only Anne, you & I."

I ask. “No, of course not Ashley. We start training 2 hours before sunrise and then we break 2 hours after sunrise for breakfast, 4 hours later we break again for lunch, then 4 hours after lunch we end the day. Each teaching day lasts for 12 hours, meaning every 4 hours there is a 30 minute break. Dinner is always served 2 hours after sunset. During that 2 hours between end of day and dinner, is each of your free times to be able to shower, rest, talk with the others about what you learned, or go let your shifter side out.”

Seventy-two hours is three days. Mia had learned over the last two months to measure time differently than she used to — not in hours but in tasks, not in days but in things she could control. The seventy-two hours after the hearing ended she measured in the following way: two Target shifts, one therapy session, six curriculum planning sessions for January, four meals cooked in Sarah's kitchen rather than assembled from whatever was available, and three evenings with Nathan that had nothing to do with the case.

she said. Haden turned toward me. “We keep this short. No all-night stunts.” I nodded. “I’ll take the first cut.” Krav’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t argue. “Six minutes maximum,” he said. “No extensions. If we need a second run, we wait ten minutes before starting again.”

“Light training means two hours maximum per day. With breaks. And you stop immediately if you feel off.” “I know.I heard Dr. Vance.” I looked out the window at the passing city. “Ten days until the evaluation. Two hours daily. Twenty hours total to prove I’m not dangerous.” “You’re not dangerous. You’re powerful. There’s a difference." “Try telling that to the conservative Alphas.” “I will. At the evaluation. Along with everyone else who’s testifying on your behalf.” He glanced at me. “You have more support than you realize, Sage. The packs you’ve helped. The Lunas in your network. Even some Alphas who initially opposed you have come around.”

“ Boss , the minimum sleeping hours that a human being should have are at least eight to ten hours . “ said Antonio a bit annoyed with a forced smile . “ I sleep four hours mostly of the week . I don’t see any problem here . “ said Damian with his casual cool expression . ‘ ….Derrick is right . This guy isn’t human at all . Other people would die of overwork while he is so calm and composure about it . How can a person live with only four hours of sleep everyday ? ‘ thought Antonio .

“You can deactivate the array at the end of the fourteenth day.” “You’re planning to train for only fourteen days?” Noel was a little stunned. This was a deviation from Fane’s usual behavior. Normally, he would spend everything on the Array Eye Door and nothing on the lessons or techniques.