4.5 Hours Novels & Stories

They will surely make a good couple. "What's the time?" I asked May realizing I left my phone in my bedroom "5:00 am" "What time was the attack last night" "8:00 pm" "So we have 15 hours to produce 50,000 UV light ray bulbs" "And out of that 15 hours, we need two hours to set it up on every street in Ibadan, so we have just 13 hours to produce 50,000 UV light ray bulbs" "Let's get to work"

HOURS LATER After hours on the plane, they arrived in Rome and disembarked. As soon as they got out, Lewis set his watch to a five-hour timer. “Okay, how are we doing this? I have only five hours to spend here, I have a pregnant wife at home I have to go back to.” Lewis said and Sarah scoffed. “Five hours? How are we supposed to find her in five hours? Why are you acting like you don't care about her?” Sarah asked and Lewis raised his brows then shook his head.

he complained. "That's what the world wants, so they're simply giving them what they want," I shrugged. "I guess you're right," he sighed frustratedly. "Anyway, buckle up. It's going to be a long trip." "Will it take up to three hours?" I inquired. "No, ma'am. We should be arriving at our destination in less than two hours. One hour and twenty minutes tops," he replied. I scoffed. "That's a stroll in the park."

by Usher – 4:10 “You Shook Me All Night Long” AC/DC – 3:30 Good for exactly two hours of driving time.

Daniel nodded as if he had expected that. “Forty-eight to seventy-two hours is a lot of hours.” I gave a weak laugh. “It is.” “How many exactly?” “Forty-eight to seventy-two.” He gave me a look. “Mom.” Lucian’s mouth twitched. I sighed. “Two to three days.” Daniel considered this with the grave seriousness of a person negotiating with time itself. “That’s not fair.” “No.” “They should have a faster machine.” “I agree.” “Or a truth button.”

Oh, I'm sorry; is seeing and ANNOYING and making my life hell last night is not enough for him? Yes. He smirked, "We're going to one of my shifts in about," He paused while looking st his watch, "40 minutes?" 40 minutes!? I gave him a dumbfounding look, "Are you kidding me!?" He raised an eyebrow, "What?" "I'm a girl, and 40 minutes-" He raised his arms in surrender, "-Is short? Fine, an hour!" To be honest, I was about to say that that's too long, but I bet he wouldn't bring me if I'll take a longer time in the shower! "Uhm, actually, I need 5 more hours." I nodded furiously.

“You can sleep in the car. It’s a 5-hour drive anyway.” I threw the covers off and looked at him. That was the first real bit of information that he had shared. He smiled and walked away to get dressed. I quickly tried doing the calculations in my head. Where from us would be around a 5 hours' drive away. 5 hours was a lot of distance to cover. I could only think of Scotland or Cornwall. Because we were based in the midlands, most places were accessible within 3 hours, maybe 4 hours at a push.

When he shakes his head no, it aches for my mate. “Our flight today is about ten hours.” Our pilot Mitch says before he tells us before he goes into the cockpit. “I’m sure you’re all in a hurry to get home. I need to get back to my mate and our new pup too, so I’ll make it as fast as possible.” “How many minutes is that?” Ghost asks. “Six hundred.” “Oh.” He sits and thinks for a moment. “How many seconds is that?” “Umm, thirty-six thousand.” “I can count that high. I’ve counted higher.”

“You’re hotter.” Yet again I work out how long we have to wait. Our flight to Ikonos is three and a half hours. It can’t take more than two hours to go through customs and get to the hotel. Ten minutes for them to take our luggage up … five minutes to show us how the light switches work … thirty seconds to put up the DO NOT DISTURB sign … Nearly six hours. I’m not sure I can wait nearly six hours. Ben seems the same way too. He’s actually panting. Both his hands are roaming between my thighs. I can hardly concentrate on the fig compote.

In the meantime..(present time) They were all done eating their breakfast and Simon stand up first in his chair and walk his way to the living room. Felix help his mother Betty put away those that they had used in the table. He puts it all in the sink while his mother were fixing the table and keeping the left over food and put it in their fridge. "Let me mom—" Felix speaks wanted to do the dishes of himself to let his mother take a rest. "No, it's okay. You have a class to go to. Just go and take a shower." Betty reprimand him from washing the dishes and she continue washing the plates.