7 Hours Novels & Stories

“Understood, Commander!” When the seven people heard this, they felt as though they wanted to bang their heads against the wall and die right here. They would have to work for sixteen hours a day, and if they were to put one and a half hours aside to have three meals a day, they would only have six and a half hours left to rest. This did not include the time that it would take for them to wash up, dress up, use the toilet, and so forth. In that case, if they could rest for five to six hours a day, they should already be extremely thankful!

Chase and I stayed out of the way on the back deck, where the morning was still cool enough to tolerate if you caught it before ten. We sat in adjacent deck chairs with our respective coffees—vanilla oat milk for me, black for him—and watched the crew work through the sliding glass door. “Think they’ll actually finish today?” I asked. “They said three hours.” “Repair guys always say three hours.” “Yeah.” He took a slow sip. “Usually means four.” They finished in two hours and fifty-eight minutes.

For a long moment, he didn’t respond, just blinked and let the reality sink into him, then he closed his eyes, he had not felt this free in weeks. I did not dare move, afraid that any sudden shift might shatter him entirely. When he finally exhaled, a long, shuddering breath, it was a relief. The sunrise began to filter through the windows, spilling golden light across the remnants of the struggle. It painted the walls with warmth that hadn’t existed when darkness had dominated. I hadn’t realized how long it had been. Over seven hours. Seven hours of chaos, fear, and unrelenting darkness. I glanced around at the other pack members that were present.

“In six hours.” “Perfect.” I smiled.

She nodded with her eyes still closed. “I am sorry. This is because of me running at an abnormal speed. Otherwise, last time you did perfectly fine.” “Oh don’t bother Caleb! You are doing it because of me. To keep me safe.” She smiled weakly and then yawned, “How much distance is left by the way?” Caleb was hesitant at first, “Umm. Around six hours!” Hazel’s eyes were wide opened now, “SIX HOURS?” She stood up at once her condition long forgotten.

Until whatever came next. Seven weeks. Starting now.

Once we were up in the air, I shifted my gaze from the clouds below to Hayden, who had now closed his eyes. "How long is this flight?" I asked, breaking the silence. His eyes opened, momentarily dropping to my lips before meeting my gaze. "About seven hours," he replied, leaning back in his seat and shutting his eyes again. Taking his cue, I leaned my head on his shoulder, trying to catch some sleep. However, when I opened my eyes, I found Hayden already awake, scrolling through his phone. Glancing at the time, I realized I had slept for six hours. It was now 1:30 p.m.

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“He does know what he is in for today, correct?” “Is she doing make-up tests?” Caleb asked, his arms crossed like he was an angry parent. To my surprise, Mr. Anderson ignored him completely. Leaning over his desk, he motioned me over. “There are four subjects; Math, Language Comprehension, Social Science and Science. You can take them in any order, but you need to take the entirety of the test before moving on to the next one. Is that understood?” “Yes, Mr. Anderson.” He nodded. “Now, you will have seven hours total to finish this. We will have two ten-minute breaks and one forty-five-minute lunch break. That will ensure that you get out with everyone else.”