6 Hours Away Novels & Stories

I asked just to be sure. "Yeah, that's my safe zone." He stated and I nodded knowing that each participant would be assigned a different safe zone area for medical assistance, sleep and respite and while there they couldn't be attacked. "I only have six hours I can use for every twenty-four hours in the challenge, so if I need you I'll call for you but I won't go into the safe zone until you're there."

“Tomorrow’s Monday.” “I know. But I’m going to Tahitian for…” “Just a few days,” she whispered. “A week.” She jumped around her chair, freaking out with excitement as he grinned into the phone, “Joan and I are going to get to know each other.” Nate laughed and told the others, “They’re going to Tahitian.” Danny’s voice was stern. “Tahitian is eighteen hours away.” “How do you know that?” Darrell asked. “Never mind.”

" He turned to leave. “Henry.” The word left my mouth before I even meant to speak it. He paused, turning back, brow raised. “Yeah?” “Where’s the HUB bar?” I asked, steadying my breath. “Around here, I mean.” He squinted. “HUB? It's near the city, about an hour's drive from here. From there, it's another forty minutes to the city itself." A pit opened in my stomach. An hour away. I nodded slowly. “Thanks.”

Luis said with a smile. I chuckled at him and put my hand out to shake his. We shook and finished our meal before throwing our trash away. The three of us got back into the truck and I brought up my GPS. I pressed home and saw how far we had to go. My home was sixteen and a half hours away from here. That was a long ass drive. If I was alone, I could do that in a day, possibly two, but with the extra passengers and the horses, it wouldn't work.

He spilled deep inside her, triggering another smaller climax as her body quivered around him. Exhausted, she relaxed against the bed with a contented sigh. Julian lay over her, breathing heavily. She held him close as pleasant aftershocks rippled through them. She pushed away any troubling thoughts, choosing instead to savor his presence, knowing their time was limited. She gently pulled back and traced her thumb across his lips. “How many hours until you have to leave?” “Six hours,” he answered. “We still have time,” she said with a small smile. She wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead and kissed him tenderly. “Don’t go anywhere yet. Stay with me, okay?”

Had turned grief into a four-billion-dollar company. He could survive this too. They could survive this. “Six hours,” he said. “Six hours,” Selene agreed. “Let’s make them count.”

in a low voice. Venn had no choice, his face darkened and he sat on the side of the bed, he left the sleeping Shane alone and grabbed the hem of his shirt, not letting go. As she was about to leave, Bertha took one last look at the man in bed whom she loved so deeply. Within half a month, she must bring the antidote and return. Shane must wait safely for her return. She put her thoughts aside and left the laboratory with Liam. The distance between the two countries is 15,336 meters, the roads are far away, and the fastest flight takes 13 hours to arrive.

"I don't know. Twenty kilometers an hour? Sixty kilometers? I'm not used to seeing these speeds. That's going to make a pretty big range." "Where's the next safe house after that?" Tom asked. "It's at the edge of the next city. It used to be a police station." "And how far away is that?" "Twelve hours from the next safe house. And the bridge to the next safe house is six hours." Tom threw his hat on the ground. The sunglasses skittered across the pavement and spun to a halt three meters away. "Can we fix the van? There are some wheels on those motorcycles, can we use those?"

"Standard process, six weeks. Expedited, with the right people contacted tonight, three days." I pressed my thumb and forefinger against my eyes for a moment. The landscape moved outside the windows, dark and fast, the motorway opening up as we hit the city approach roads. Three days was not within twenty-four hours.

I called the police while I quickly did some calculations. My house was in the suburbs. It was an hour away from the police station. If the police acted quickly, they would be able to meet me in half an hour. The kidnappers must be extremely evil to plot a plane crash for money. I did not dare to take any risk, so I planned a route with the fewest people for me to escape. However, the kidnappers were only ten minutes away from me. If they discovered that I had escaped, it would be easy for them to catch up to me.