25min Timer Novels & Stories

So, he got to work trying to cancel the explosion while the numbers on the indicator kept changing 55 seconds……….. 54 seconds…………. 53seconds …

He raised his voice toward the compound. "We're guards from Base K1. We've run into trouble. Could you help us out?" "Fifty-nine seconds!" The reply was nothing but a cold countdown. "Wait, please! We really need help!" one of them called out, desperate. "Fifty-eight seconds!" "You can't be serious! We put our lives on the line for people like you!" a younger soldier shouted angrily, his voice cracking. "Thirty seconds!" The timer suddenly dropped, cutting their chances in half.

"A hundred?" "Yes, a hundred, now. If you waver before you get to a hundred, you start all over, you have twenty minutes." "Twenty minutes?" I wanted to be sure I heard him right. "Yes, twenty, minutes but you can go faster if you want to." He replied. Go faster? That 'twenty minutes?' I had asked to confirm if he didn't mean thirty minutes. I couldn't do a hundred in twenty minutes. "Your time starts now," The commander informed me so I dropped to the ground to do some pushups. Resting on just my toes and hands, I started to push myself up as I counted.

Tear-streaked, beautiful, clinging to Aaron like a lost lamb. And Jamie? A footnote. A blurry side photo in the corner of the article. Her jaw clenched. Her fingers tightened around her phone. Instead of dialing, she tapped quickly through the settings, her thumbs flying across the screen. Alarm. Timer. Three minutes. She turned the sound all the way up. Just long enough for everyone to relax again—long enough to feel safe before the storm hit once more. A wicked grin played at her lips as she looked down at the phone’s screen: 02:59… 02:58… 02:57…

The man continued typing something on the screen, his fingers deftly working over the keyboard. After a few seconds, he lifted his head again. “It’s all yours, sir. The moment you feed in the password and your fingerprints; the system will unlock for 59 seconds. That’s all the time we have before it shuts down again.” Josh sighed, feeling anxious. Do you think it’s enough time?”

“A timer! It records how long you’ve been with me.” It was no ordinary timer, for it came with a special sensor. Its counterpart on Jay was in a diamond wristwatch. The closer the timer to Jay, the faster the hand ticked by. The further she was from him, the slower time would pass. Having found out its mechanics, Rose stared despondently at him. “So, what’s the effective distance for the timer to work?” “50!” Jay exclaimed. Rose was displeased. “50 meters? Isn’t that too short?”

His mouth agape, thinking if he can still save both of them and the building. He looked at the instructions again before groaning and taking a wire out and it didn't trigger anything. Either way, if he accidentally pulls anything to trigger it, they're done for anyway since they only have thirteen minutes. He looked at it again before holding a white wire. "I-it might be this one, look," Angelica suggested before pointing at the paper and the blue wire near the timer. His eyebrows furrowed but he tried and it worked. That was the right one.

Moreover, he’s an Alpha who found his mate after a long time. True, they don’t have enough time. But Adam believes that if there’s a will, there’s a way. With a growl, Adam picked up his phone from his pocket and called someone. Wondering who he would call right now, Maxine stared at him. Adam put the phone in his ear and glanced at Maxine before speaking. “Can you give us thirty minutes?” After giving his instructions, Adam ended the call. He set 30 minutes in the timer and then placed his phone on the side of the table so that they could check the ticking of the clock.

Just the way I like it. It’s not as exact a copy as I’d like it to be, and it’s clearly 1:25 scale, but at least it’s something tangible I can put my hands on to keep from being overly restless. It’s basically just a door on a hinge, but that’s all I need to hone my vault cracking skills. The code can be randomized manually repeatedly, so I always have a sequence to deal with. I even give myself a little timer —sixty seconds is what Klaus said— so I can get used to working under pressure. Sometimes I get it.

“A man comes up every five minutes, haven’t you heard?” I stare at him through my lashes while setting the glass on the counter. “It happens I’m the horny one now, so if you want to fuck me, I’m soaked and ready.” Adam smiles and gently palms the left side of my neck, leaning down to place kisses on my right cheek. “You said you wanted to be quick,” he mumbles against my skin. I hum sensationally. “We can be quick with this as well. Shall we set the timer? Thirty minutes tops?”