4.5 Hours Novels & Stories

Okay, here we go again another 7 hours and 15 minutes in the air. ***** After 7 hours 15 minutes. It's only 8 in the morning here. I sighed because I have to go to work in jet lag. I'm so tired of all this. I just want to go and spend time with Alexa and also want to go to Orlando to visit my parents.

I asked him curiously. "It may take 15hours." He replied patiently. I again looked outside and thought it would be 4 am nearly by the time we reach there as per Indian standard time. Nevertheless, as per New York time, it would be approximately 7 or something in the evening. I nodded to myself and then again, looked at Suhas to see that he is always looking at me. I frowned and asked, "What are you looking at?" "Nothing!" he replied, shaking his head and closed his eyes slowly.

“Well, then, at least we’ll go down knowing that we tried.” Maxwell muttered an expletive and shook his head. “You and your father have lost your goddamn minds. Jameson grinned. “And yet, here you are.” Maxwell shot him a glare but did not dispute. I turned to Jameson. “How long is the drive?” Jameson hesitated. “Five hours. Perhaps six, if the road is still there. Maxwell groaned. “What the hell does that mean?

Liam POV My arse and back are fucking killing me at this point. We have been in the van for 40 hours straight, only stopping for petrol, bathroom, and snack breaks. The 10-minute reprieve every 4 hours is what's keeping me going at this point. We have driven at least 3500km at this point. We are at the other end of the country, and if we go any further, we are going to have to board a plane or a boat.

That, in part, is where the FIST comes in. "So, let's set this baby to Infinity. I'll set the timer to, uuuum, let's start at four hours." "What? Four hours. No Anna, that's crazy, I could never..." "Don't be such a baby. Here we go, four hours...Go!" For a brief moment, I heard a low hum. A tiny LED light lit red, then yellow. Then green. Woah.

Day 2~ 5 and half hour - 5; 6 - 9 Day 3 ~ 5 and half hour - 12; 12 and quarter - 3 and half; 4 - 5 and half; 6 - 8 and three quarter Day 4 ~ 6 – 12; 12 and quarter - 3 and quarter; 3 and three quarter - 5 and three quarter; 6 – 8 and half hour;9-11. Day 5 ~ 6 – 12; 12 and quarter – 4 and quarter; 4 and half - 5 and half; 6 - 8. Jack scribbled 58 hours at the bottom of the cloth; He had only prepared 4 adjustable stand frames, two with width adjustment and 2 with height adjustment.

The last message, sent just a few minutes ago, was more pointed: "Kyle, it's after noon. You were supposed to check in this morning. Where are you?" "It's after noon?" Kyle said, his eyes widening as he processed the time. "We've been—we've been at this for over four hours?" "Closer to five, I think," I admitted, doing the mental math. "You arrived around seven-thirty. It's twelve-fifteen now." "Five hours," he repeated, something like panic creeping into his voice. "That's—that's not normal. That's not—people don't do this for five hours. Knots don't last this long. This is—"

The road from the training camp to the mission site was very long. Every day, the bus stopped for an hour to let people go to the toilet and eat, so the bus ran continuously for twenty-three hours a day; Many people took turns driving. But it took us four days to get there. In the wholly sealed trunk, there was only a glimmer of light from a small wire mesh door, but I was not sitting near it, so I had no idea where the car had passed.

Everything. Two hundred yards. Practiced at fifty. Way different. Farther. Wind. More ways to screw up. Checked phone. Seven thirty. Four and a half hours. Now she just had to wait.

“We should get to Acadia’s Central Hotel by evening.” “It’s a five hours drive then?” “Five hours, twelve minutes, and approximately fifty seconds if we don’t go over or below the speed limit.” Bibah replies, nibbling on her bottom lip and muttering something to herself like she’s reviewing her calculations. I roll my eyes at her attention to detail.