Novel & Cerita 6 Hours Away

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.

It means no one is leaving any time soon. Beside me, Sterling shifts for what must be the tenth time. His fingers tap once against the armrest before he stills them. “Six hours,” he says quietly. I do not look at him. I do not answer. A moment later, he leans closer. For the first time, a crack shows through his easy manner. “Should we try contacting them once?” he murmurs. “This is going to take forever.” I ignore him. The longer it takes, the longer she sits with it.

“No.” “Didn’t think so.” Back to the road. Like that was fine. The bracelet was cool against my wrist. Sixty-three hours had become fifty-eight. Monday was still coming. But not yet.

It was almost dark. "Where are we?" I was asked him totally confused. "I remember we were at the club last night. How come it's almost night time and we haven't got to my place yet?” "It's a six hour drive, love." He responded. "Don't worry. I'll get you home safely." "Wait so you’re saying we went on a six hour drive from the club last night?" I asked totally surprised. "No, we took a helicopter so it was more or less 20 minutes." He replied. "A friend borrowed it by the way that's the reason why we are driving."

Lieutenant William suggested after he stood next to my side. "We can't. It will take us time to do that." "He has a point," Grande walked over us. "It will consume our time and make us exhausted if we execute that. Abandoning this vehicle and pace barefooted would be the only choice we have." My frown was getting deeper as I mulled over my thoughts. "How many hours we will get there?" "Estimated 5 to 7 hours. We will arrive there at midnight using this vehicle." "But if we're not?"

“Dad?” A tiny vibration trembled through the door as her father either leaned against it or rested his hand against the wood. “It was a long trip, honey.” “How long?” Emma imagined her father fussing with his moustache. “Seventeen hours.” “Seventeen hours?” Emma was off the bed and pacing to the door. Her hand was nearly on the knob before she relented. Images of her friends’ faces, her town, flitted across her mind like photographs. Their presence felt every bit as distant.

‘Huh? ‘We have reached,’ he says. ‘Already?’ I ask. It doesn’t look like I’ve been sleeping for long. I look at my watch and notice that it’s been four hours since we left Delhi. The drive is six hours long, but with Shrey’s car we had put our estimate at ten hours. I look around. It’s a deserted place with just one stand-alone motel. Hookers? In the middle of nowhere? I am exasperated and Shrey reads my face.

If she was still with the men, that means it was so much more than I even want to imagine. We all need to be patient with her…. “Let’s gather supplies,” Kane says, looking at Loki and Finn, “and we will head that way.” “How far away is it?” I ask and Kane looks at Finn. “About 8 hours from here by shift,” he says and sigh sadly as Loki smiles. “Don’t worry. You can still ride with me,” he winks and I blush, but Kane quickly changes the subject. “8 hours so we will there by night fall.”

Content Advisory: Graphic descriptions of injury and death. Reader discretion is advised. ⊰ Marcel ⊱ Six hours. It’s been six hours since the ambush, six hours since the love of my life was in harm's way and I lost one of my most loyal men. I feel like I’ve aged a decade in the span of a few hours, and even as Mercy lays upstairs, safely tucked in our bed, I can’t get past this sickening feeling in my gut that something else is going on. That the attack on Mercy is only a fraction of the worst to come.

When he shakes his head no, it aches for my mate. “Our flight today is about ten hours.” Our pilot Mitch says before he tells us before he goes into the cockpit. “I’m sure you’re all in a hurry to get home. I need to get back to my mate and our new pup too, so I’ll make it as fast as possible.” “How many minutes is that?” Ghost asks. “Six hundred.” “Oh.” He sits and thinks for a moment. “How many seconds is that?” “Umm, thirty-six thousand.” “I can count that high. I’ve counted higher.”