4.5 Hours Novels & Stories

Vincent adds looking a little happy as he pulls equipment from his bag “And why is that a good thing” Drake asks “Because it means we can find them, it will just take a a while” “How longs is a while?” I ask taking a sip of coffee “Probably tomorrow morning” “3 hours” I snap at Caron, she frowns shaking her head “It’s not possible to do it in 3 hours” I shake my head “No! I mean it takes 3 hours to get there by plane. Will that narrow the search?”

“Say, Chris… when do you think we’ll reach the top of this one?” I ask barely able to breathe. He pauses and turns, “this peak usually take around ninety minutes to reach, to hit them all its nine miles, and then the nine miles back.” I stop and put my foot on a rock and pretend to adjust my shoelace while I discreetly suck in oxygen. But, I can hide my heaving chest, even in this tent of a coat. Next I remove my glove and look at my watch.

"They'll anchor and move to the basin floor. Six hours minimum. Eight for a complete perimeter establishment." Six to eight hours. Eight to nine hours for the vanguards. Xander looked at the overlap. "We need to hold the eastern approach for eight hours," he said. "Starting now." "Starting now," Elena confirmed.

"Not safely. Not without knowing exactly what we're dealing with and I don't know exactly what we're dealing with." "Can you disarm it?" Adrian asked. "Possibly. With time and better light and significantly more confidence than I currently have." He looked at his phone. "It's two twenty AM. Race is at six." "So we have four hours," I said. "Three and a half if we want to be on the grid on time." Theo looked at me. "What are you thinking."

My eyes widening a few millimeters as it stood tall and erect right in front of my face. “ Stop looking at it like that.” He chuckled darkly. I swallowed and took it in one hand. It was fucking thick and so hard.“ Doesn't it hurt ,as it's this erect?” He shrugged.” It depends on how long it stays like that.” I mouthed an ‘oh’.“ How long can it remain like this?” “ About an hour, I think ,depends on the person and his stamina.” I stared at it in awe.“ How long can you last?” He grinned.“ I can go four hours ,babe.”

He raised his hand as if he wanted to hug Candice, but hesitated and ended up repeatedly sighing about how time flies. Candice looked at his face and said without much emotion, "It only takes two hours to fly from Solaris to Dorrington." She looked at Henry with pursed lips.

Devon smiled and said. “Please turn on the television, and then you can bring us our meal. Don’t mind my husband; you are good at your job,” Annabelle said. The maid turned on the television, ensuring they had the remote, requested permission, and then went to get their meal. The pilots announced over the speakers, “Flight time is estimated to be between six hours and thirty minutes to seven hours and fifteen minutes, depending on the specific aircraft, route, and weather conditions. However, we believe we’re in great condition to take off. We will be departing in one, two, and three.”

“We need to exchange positions.” “You come here,” I said. “I go there.” “Yes,” he said. I looked at Damien. He was already looking at me. At the calculation on my face. At the forty-eight hours and three territories northwest and the fifth bloodline in the headquarters and the formal contest. “How long to reach the headquarters from here,” I said to him. “Five hours by vehicle,” he said. “Two and a half if we take the northern route and push speed.” Two and a half hours.

H‌e‍ smiled‌, ra⁠isin⁠g his gl‍ass. "And‌ now, here you are." Ov‌er t‌he Atlantic Ocean. 40,000 Fe⁠et. The i​nter​io⁠r of the Gulfstrea‌m G⁠650 was sil‍ent. Lorenzo s​at in his leather seat, st​aring at the flight tracker. TIME TO DEST‌INATION: 3 HOURS 20 MINUTES. It was‍n't fast enough. "Gi‌ovann‍i," Lorenzo barked witho​ut lookin⁠g up.

he murmured, pulling out of the driveway. There was a comfortable silence between them for a while — the kind that carried an unspoken warmth. Cynthia glanced sideways at him as the city rolled by: the way his hands rested steady on the wheel, his jaw set in quiet focus. There was something grounding about him, something she hadn’t noticed before. After a few minutes, she spoke again. “So… can I at least know how long the flight is?” “About seven hours,” he said simply. Her eyes widened. “Seven? That’s not within Africa, is it?”