6 Hours Away Mga Nobela at Kwento

I never do. Eighteen hours. That number keeps replaying in my head, detached from everything else, like it’s its own separate thought. Eighteen hours since I left the country. Since I put physical distance between myself and Devin. Since I made the decision everyone keeps telling me was necessary, strategic, unavoidable. I hear those words in other people’s voices, layered over each other, dull and reasonable and completely useless

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.

“Okay. How far out do you have to go?” “About . . .” he trailed of thoughtfully. “Six miles north-northeast.” “I see. Good luck with that.” “Thanks.” Before he turned away he said, “I’ll . . . either call or see you as soon as I can. I . . . don’t want to wait until Halloween to see you.” Ava beamed, making Ray’s ego soar.

I couldn't wait to step outside this plane. Only 6 hours and 40 minutes separated me from Sara. I felt each passing second in my bone. "Soon, my love", I whispered, not letting the screen out my sight.

He immediately tried his parent's number but it wasn't going through. He was obviously losing it at the point and I knew I needed to find a way to make him see reason. "Hoe many days does it take to get to Moonlit pack?" He asked Nathan. "It takes a maximum of two hours to get there, Alpha", he bowed slightly.

he breathes. Mark Sinclair has miraculously lessened the three hour distance to not more than ten minutes. The guy is two floors away from Audrey’s office. He snuck right out the lesser he was expecting him. Hell, he was not expecting him at all. Mark, two; Vren, one.

He rolled his eyes and groaned. "Damn right, I'll be late." Chain picked up his keys and we made our way into the parking area under my apartment. Since I almost got killed by strychnine, Chain and I agreed that he'd stay until he's sure. I'll never know when he's sure but I trust him. "How far is it again?" I asked Chain. "We'll be going back to our home town, It'll take uo about four or more hours, Depending on the trafic." He explained.

“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?

Carly’s image burned into my mind. Six hours. Six hours to trade one life for another. Or lose everything.

He had nearly died in that safe house. Not almost-close. Actually nearly. Six minutes between when he got out and when they reached the location. Six minutes and I had been carrying that memory for three years like a stone I could not put down, turning it over and over, six minutes, six minutes, what if it had been seven.