7 Hours Novels & Stories

mounting his motorbike, he swerved it into action. ••• 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 - 𝟒: 𝟓𝟗𝐩𝐦. It's been seven good hours! And no, he wasn't complaining neither was he getting disappointed anytime soon. He didn't exactly know what made him so dead sure that somehow, Yara was going to go on this drive with him yet he was determined to wait. And for the record, this was the first time he had to wait for someone this long and he didn't mind seeing that if he was going to hang around a personality like Yara's, he did wait much longer than just seven hours.

How long are you-’ ‘2 hours,’ She interrupted me, and my eyes widened in shock. “2 hours?!” I screamed. “En, what's wrong Alicia?” Adrian asked, unplugging his earpiece. I waved my hands at them and then lowered my gaze. 'Yeah, 2 hours,’ Helen answered and I hissed sharply. 'No.' I said, then continued, ‘ I can't give you-” ‘How about an hour, Hun?’She pleaded. 'No.' I rejected it without a second thought.

"Mommy said your flight was seven hours. So you will get jet lag after a seven-hour flight?" I chuckled at his conclusion. He was using me to draw his point. "Definitely. Seven hours is a long time. Can you imagine to be only sitting in your class for seven hours?" Austin winced in horror. "I can't only sit for seven hours. I prefer running." I couldn't help but laugh at his comparison. Both will be a pain in the ass if done too long. "I don't think I can run that long either. My legs will give out from the pain and tiredness."

with as much sass as possible. He snorted and said "Be ready babe, your 48 hours starts at 8 tomorrow! I hope you are all set to have a wild time" I could feel him smirking before the line got disconnected. Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? phew! I asked myself while getting out of the store and fanning my face. I couldn't stop my giddiness now. I can't wait for tomorrow!

Elena's Point Of View The continuous, low-frequency hum of the private jet's engines had vibrated through the soles of my shoes for what felt like an eternity. Seven hours. According to the rough calculations I'd been keeping by tracking the shift of cabin lights and the stiff ache settling deep into my joints, we had been airborne for at least seven hours. Where the fuck was he taking me?

64 H U G O The flight was ten freaking hours. And sitting next to Audrey for ten goddamn hours inside a plane isn't doing good to meat all. She keeps complaining about everything around her even if it’s pretty much really petty. It's actually irritating and embarrassing to the cabin crew and the others who are here.

The moment Dos struck the opening count on his hi-hat, the floor erupted into cheers. Caught in the absolute whirlwind of filling orders, washing glasses, and handling payments, Seven completely lost track of time. By the time the crowd thinned out enough for her to look up, she realized the handsome, green-eyed stranger was finally gone. Her eyes scanned the dim, smoky corners of the VIP section, searching the crowded tables, but his towering, sophisticated silhouette had vanished into the night. A strange, fleeting pang of disappointment brushed against her chest, but she quickly shook it off. She had her own departure to worry about. Her shift ended promptly at eleven o'clock; she was str

he sighed heavily “How long have I been sleeping,” I asked with puzzled eyes. Trying to stand up from the chair. Caroline bent forward and held my hand. I could feel her hands shaking, I sensed fear in her. She was reluctant and careful, like someone who’s forced to touch an electricity cable. “It’s 3 pm, ma’am, you have been sleeping for 7 hours, ma’am”. Mr. Jones answered immediately. “

The room settled into softer silence afterward. Ava leaned back carefully against the sofa cushions and studied him from the corner of her eye. He looked exhausted again. The kind that settled behind his eyes no matter how calm he acted. “You worked after we left this morning, did you not?” Adrian exhaled softly through his nose. “For a few hours.” “A few?” “That sounds judgmental.” “That sounds evasive.” He glanced toward her briefly before admitting, “Seven.” Ava stared at him. “Adrian.” “What? I came home early.”

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