14 Hundred Hours Novels & Stories

Fourteen days to prepare for the biggest night of the company's history. Fourteen days to find his father's poisoner. Fourteen days to hold everything together. The clock was ticking.

Chapter 45 Dom's POV The drive was eerily silent the whole time as Chris covered a distance of 3 hours in an hour as he noticed my dark aura and impatience. My desperate prods and anger. And now, we were just a few minutes away but it still felt like forever! Damnit!

} Ivy let out a sharp breath, placing one hand on her waist. "Different directions?" she muttered. "So I'll be getting hit from everywhere?" She tightened her grip on the bat. "It's not like I have multiple arms to block everything at once." Ding! {That is why you must become faster, Host.} {This training will last for two hours.} Ivy's eyes widened slightly. "Two..." {If you stop before completion, the session will reset.} {You will begin again from the start.} {Are you ready, Host?}

he announced staring at his wrist “I don’t understand,” I admitted. “ what happens in 47 hours, 59 minutes and 40 seconds.” Alex rolled back in his chair, a humorless smile playing on his lips. “You don’t even have that much time left anyway that’s how long you have to deliver a project that’s up to my standards. “ He paused, his gaze boring into mine. Or else consider yourself jobless.

"I can't! This is too overbearing. Give me three more hours. After that, I'll stop." "3 hours!" Atlas replied mockingly. "The way you are doing it, you won't achieve anything even in 300 hours." "Huh? Wait! What did you say? Do you perhaps have some kind of idea about this?" "Well, yeah! I might have some." "Really? Can you help me out? I am not really sure what is the right approach here."

He murmured gruffly, his gaze surprisingly gentle, yet holding my droopy ones intently. “Why would you think that, I barely even slept” I murmured, my voice sounding barely above a whisper. “What kind of law in this advanced universe states that sleeping over ten hours is considered ‘barely slept’?” he demanded, his tone oozing off playful sarcasm. My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. “What??!... Ten hours?!” I yelled and he nodded with a shrug. “Ten hours, eight minutes and thirty four seconds to be precise” he read from the luxurious Graff Diamond watch strapped around his wrists.

* *Waiting. She picked up the documents. Turned to Kairen. "The training," she said. He was already reading her face. "Seventeen hours," he said. "Is it enough?" she said. The gold eyes moved through the calculation. Through what she had achieved in thirty-one hours. Through what seventeen more could add. Through the specific demands of what was coming. *Moonshadow.* *Under siege.* *With an unfinished integration threshold.* "It will have to be," he said.

-Week 13~ day 7, 500 hours. I haven't got any sleep for the past 35 hours. having to find our way back to base, after out transportation got eliminated. Then I remembered Kota, and that she would tell me to suck it up and keep going. That my life is more important than sleep, and so are my comrades around me. -Week 14~ day 2, 700 hours.

“It is for the next six weeks. Maybe more. Who knows if I’ll be good enough by then? Maybe I’ll need another six, or eight, or twelve to get back in dancing shape.” Bitter. I’m so fucking bitter, I taste it on my tongue like ash. “We’ll get you there,” she says.

I asked. "Longer than fifty minutes," she said. "Significantly longer. My estimate is two hours of continuous maximum output before the channel is clear enough for detailed information to pass through." Two hours. Holding a full river in a cup for two hours without spilling and without the cup breaking. My nose had bled at fifty minutes. "Can she build to that level?" Dante asked my grandmother. Not dismissing my ability to answer for myself. Asking the person with the most knowledge of what training could achieve.