48 Hours Novels & Stories

But as the minutes ticked away, one painful thing became clear: time was not going to be on my side. Forty-eight hours. That's all I had.

“Not Evelyn's food, plus I want to see my babies” I grin excitedly at the thought of all their happy little faces, it had been one thing after the other and all I wanted to do was sit and be with them for a while. “No sex for 24 hours, no shifting for 24 hours, iv calculated your healing rate and although it’s fast you need at least another 24 hours before you lift anything that’s too heavy, drive and for heavens sake no more fighting or dying, this is getting a little ridiculous” I roll my eyes

Give me forty-eight hours. I closed the laptop and looked at the window and the city beyond it and thought about everything that was moving simultaneously, the shares and the shareholders meeting and Marcus Webb still inside Killian’s security operation and David Chen beginning to look at Helix Bridge with the specific attention of a man who was starting to ask the right questions, and the answer I had promised Killian I would give him when all of this was finished. Forty-eight hours. I could hold everything together for forty-eight hours. I had been holding it together for two years. Forty-eight more hours was nothing.

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.”

"Even in the middle of something?" "Yes. Every time. Without exception." He held her gaze. "Your safety matters more than my satisfaction. Always." Something in her chest loosened. A tension she hadn't known she was carrying. "Okay," she said. "Soft limit. We work up to it." He made a note. "Anything else you want to discuss?" "The orgasm control section. You said forty-eight hours maximum." "Unless negotiated." "What's the longest you've made someone wait?" "Five days. But that was someone experienced. Someone who'd trained for years." His eyes held hers. "We'd start much smaller."

He glanced back at dad in the rearview. “Eight. So it should time out well.” Dad nodded. I sighed, glad we had a plan and that I would be able to hold Leo in eight hours.

something unprepared. “You can’t answer that,” I said. “Because there’s nothing you can say that helps you now. And everyone here knows it.” Her jaw clenched. “This isn’t over,” she muttered, too low for anyone else to catch. I tilted my head. “No,” I said, matching her tone, “it isn’t.” I turned away from her, back to the crowd. “Forty-eight hours. That’s all I am asking,” I called out, steady and clear.

"Rem, I need everything you can find on them. Before they arrive." "Seventy two hours is not much time." "It is what we have. Use it."

André glared at the doctor, and he fidgeted a little. “Thirty hours” The doctor gave a nervous nod. “Yes, Alpha.” “Well then, your time starts now…”

"Oh, it's nothing… Sorry, it's just that all I heard from you before was grunts and groans, so I'm surprised by your voice." Frank could not help chuckling too as he remembered what happened before he passed out, though he soon remembered that he had no time to waste. "Sorry, but may I ask how long I was out for?" "How long? Now, let me see…" Nurse Faith flipped through her notebook, and leveled a puzzled look at Frank. "Forty-eight hours." "Forty-eight hours…" Frank murmured and sighed under his breath. Adding two days on top of waiting for that deal, which had turned out to be a trap, the three days he had been given to gather evidence was clearly over.