4.5 Hours Novels & Stories

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“I want a truce. Just for the remainder of this trip. Until we get back to Crown Point.” Her eyes narrow. “A truce,” she repeats. Skeptical little thing. “Just believe that I’m actually being nice.” I scoff. “It’s not completely foreign to me.” “It is to me,” she says under her breath. Still, she seems intrigued. The clock is ticking. It’s almost three-thirty, and my alarm is set for nine. The bus leaves at noon, and we’ll be back by mid-afternoon. It’s not a lot of time. It’s doable.

“10:50 a.m.” 10:50 a.m.? Addison knows she got to the penthouse around 5:30 p.m., and it couldn’t have taken her more than 20 minutes to arrange everything in the bedroom, so... that means… “Y-You kept me in there for 17 hours?” Addison gasps, turning around to stare at Joshua. Joshua looks extremely pale. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I… didn’t know that you were in here. I thought– Oh god, is that blood?”

I stacked it on top of the other paper. I paused and let out a long sigh as I stared down at the stack of papers, rubbing my forehead. This was going to take a while. • • • After about three or four hours, I was finally able to close my laptop. I had finished everything, and out of all the papers I had to go through, I only signed two or three. I furrowed my eyebrows with doubt, unsure of whether or not I was too skeptical. I didn't want my father to shout at me; I've already had enough of that for the day. I shrugged as I ejected the flash drive and put it down, deciding to a wait for a couple of minutes before making my way downstairs and giving him the finished work. I jumped on my bed as

"At this rate, you will reach the target in approximately four and a half hours." "We do not have four and a half hours," Jack said, standing in the cramped elevator cage they had rigged inside the shaft. Katherine was beside him, her tactical suit sealed, a void-sniper rifle slung across her back. The gauntlet on Jack's left hand pulsed with a steady amber glow, the compass in his pocket vibrating against his thigh like a phone with an incoming call from God.

NOAH ⋆⭒˚.⋆ ⋆⭒˚.⋆ It took me two hours and forty minutes. Two hours and forty fucking minutes of white-knuckling the wheel and eating the road while the location blinked on my phone like a trail of blood Gage could follow if he actually gave a shit. By the time I got there, my jaw ached and my hands were cramped and the clock in my head was screaming louder than the engine.

“Really?” Her eyes lit up with hope again. Iris nodded and continued, “Yes, so don’t be so pessimistic. We’ve called for help and are now waiting for them to arrive.” “When will they arrive?” Quinn asked, crying from happiness. “I have no idea.” Iris said with a troubled look on her face, “However, they will need at least four hours. After all, it’s inconvenient to airlift a lot of the equipment, so they can only walk.” Four hours?

She nodded with her eyes still closed. “I am sorry. This is because of me running at an abnormal speed. Otherwise, last time you did perfectly fine.” “Oh don’t bother Caleb! You are doing it because of me. To keep me safe.” She smiled weakly and then yawned, “How much distance is left by the way?” Caleb was hesitant at first, “Umm. Around six hours!” Hazel’s eyes were wide opened now, “SIX HOURS?” She stood up at once her condition long forgotten.

“Would you rather travel through the land to New York? I’m fine with it.” My gaze stayed hard at him for a moment, considering it. “You’ll be exhausted.” “You know approximately how many hours?” I shook my head. “Forty hours, maybe. If we’re lucky.” My jaw dropped. “You’re kidding.” “I wish I am.” He climbed out of the car, rounding to my side. He opened a door for me, and I never expected he would do such a thing. I gripped the hand he offered. I blew a shaky breath as I looked at the airstair and the jet I’d be in for the next few hours.

Blood mixed with water. Her blood. She had no idea how much time had gone. But it couldn't have been an hour....right? "I um..." Karen started to say and cleared her throat. "I'll get this cleaned up." Kai raised a hand, making her halt in her steps. "Explain to me how fifteen minutes was interpreted to you as five hours?" Karen's eyes widened. "Five....I've been out for five hours?!" "You seem to be of the impression that you can run your smart little mouth however you please." Kai said, a displeased sigh leaving his lips.