7 Hours Novels & Stories

"Like what?" "Like that. We don't have time." "We have three hours and forty seven minutes," I told her. She looked at me over her shoulder. "Get up." I got up.

I huff, "But trust me here, It's mandatory!" He looks down at his watch and sighs, "3 hours 20 minutes and counting."

he murmured, pulling out of the driveway. There was a comfortable silence between them for a while — the kind that carried an unspoken warmth. Cynthia glanced sideways at him as the city rolled by: the way his hands rested steady on the wheel, his jaw set in quiet focus. There was something grounding about him, something she hadn’t noticed before. After a few minutes, she spoke again. “So… can I at least know how long the flight is?” “About seven hours,” he said simply. Her eyes widened. “Seven? That’s not within Africa, is it?”

Forty minutes before Isla spoke. The phone lifted. It's done. Sent. Reply in thirty seconds. Richard lands in four hours. Phone face-down. Outside the building the city moved through its Monday evening. Time check: 6:07. Then again: 6:07.

Ronald inquired while grabbing her attention. Sophia nodded her head and closed her eyes while parting her hands. Jacob looked at everyone— everyone was exhausted and sweating a lot. "There are still a few kilometers left to reach it!" Sophia opened her eyes and looked at Jacob. "It will take at least 6 to 7 hours to reach the desert!" "Six to seven hours!" Daniel sighed. "Damn, it’s almost night now that the sun has set, and it’s going to be very dark!" Jacob groaned while rubbing his forehead with his thumb.

came the curt reply. Five minutes. The words echoed in the sudden stillness. Zeviar moved to my side, his hands cupping my face with a tenderness that belied the raw, unhealed ache in my jaw. He tilted my head, his gaze searching for mine, the way he always did when words felt inadequate. "Three hours," he finally murmured, his thumbs tracing the line of my cheekbones. "That's all. Three hours, and then it's over." "I know," I whispered back, the words feeling hollow.

"Rem, I need everything you can find on them. Before they arrive." "Seventy two hours is not much time." "It is what we have. Use it."

He gave in and I started dragging him away to the car I had parked not far from the gas station. "How... how much longer do I have left?" "Seven hours..." I said, knowing that getting to Lycan territory would take five. "You have seven hours left.”

I asked him curiously. "It may take 15hours." He replied patiently. I again looked outside and thought it would be 4 am nearly by the time we reach there as per Indian standard time. Nevertheless, as per New York time, it would be approximately 7 or something in the evening. I nodded to myself and then again, looked at Suhas to see that he is always looking at me. I frowned and asked, "What are you looking at?" "Nothing!" he replied, shaking his head and closed his eyes slowly.

That gives us seven hours. Seven hours to gear up for war. Seven hours to lay a trap that could end up killing all of us. But hey, we were finally taking the fight to them. "Let's get to work," I said.