7 Hours Novels & Stories

“Sorry about your job. Alright bye. Talk to you later.” If anyone had told him last week that Clara would be sitting in my penthouse, he would have burst out in laughter. He would have laughed so hard in their faces. During the three days she has been here, Aiden tried so hard to avoid her. He left for work before she woke up. By the time he got back from work, she would have retired to bed. She goes to bed early, and he knew it was due to the whole engagement announcement stress.

she muttered as she tilted her head and their face lit up. “Really?” they screamed. “Still thinking.” Alessa rolled her eyes and they both giggled happily. “If you are thinking about it, it means it's happening,” Aiden said. “We are leaving tonight,” Alessa said. “We will start packing,” Aria said happily and pulled Aiden with her up the stairs. Alessa sighed and picked up her phone. She stared at the time on her phone. She set a timer for seven hours and smirked. “I’ve got seven hours.”

Hannah pointed a finger at her, eyes narrowing to slits. Azura shrugged and avoided her gaze. She was getting under Hannah’s skin and I could tell she clearly enjoyed it. “Ignore her.” I said, “How long till we get to Mulnora? We are running out of time.” “Seven hours if you don’t stop for breaks.”

Edwardo's POV Seven days, Seven fucking days. The rumble of engines drones against my ears as we descend through the cloud layer, heading in to land. The flight’s not been long, only two hours, but it feels like I’ve been in this tiny metal box for a fucking lifetime. While I’ve been in the air, I’ve not been able to search. From the looks on their faces, the rest of the team feels much the same way.

I tell him. "Hopefully," he replies. The convoy moves through the pre-dawn and the road unreels ahead of us and the sky is starting to do the thing it does before it decides to become morning, that specific dark going slightly less dark at the edges, and I sit with my ability extended and the bond warm beside me and the road ahead. Six hours. At the end of six hours... Corvyn Ashte. At the end of Corvyn Ashte... after Corvyn Ashte.

She seemed startled by his question, her eyes widening as she took a moment to think through her response. "My mom," she said at last. "Now, imagine not seeing your mom for seven months." Levi carried on. "Seven months doesn't sound so bad for other people. But it's 30 weeks, 212 days, or 5110 hours, give or take. That's an awfully long time, don't you think?" "It is," she agreed, her voice much softer now.

We wave to each other as Alex starts the truck, and we start on our drive. Travis climbed in the back, so I had climbed in the front with Alex driving. "So, how long is the drive to your pack?" "It's a little over seven hours if we make good time." "Dang, I didn't realize it is that far," I tell him when I think about the ride. I guess that gives us plenty of time to talk. Before I can even think of something to talk about, I yawn, and Alex laughs.

We both stand there in the middle of the living room listening to it fade down the street and then there’s silence and I press both hands over my face and try to remember how to breathe normally. “That wasn’t him,” Edmund says. “I know.” “We have time.” “I know.” I drop my hands and look at the couch and start fixing the cushions because I need something to do with my body right now or I’m going to lose my mind. “How much time do you think we actually have?” He checks his phone. The cracked screen lights up. “He said six. It’s just past four.” Two hours.

“I want a truce. Just for the remainder of this trip. Until we get back to Crown Point.” Her eyes narrow. “A truce,” she repeats. Skeptical little thing. “Just believe that I’m actually being nice.” I scoff. “It’s not completely foreign to me.” “It is to me,” she says under her breath. Still, she seems intrigued. The clock is ticking. It’s almost three-thirty, and my alarm is set for nine. The bus leaves at noon, and we’ll be back by mid-afternoon. It’s not a lot of time. It’s doable.

Even the wind felt hesitant. Samuel stood still, arms wrapped tightly around himself—not from cold, but from the quiet realization settling deep into his bones. There was no more running. No more delaying. No more pretending they could outlast this. Behind him, Adrian spoke. Not softly, Not gently,But clearly. “We have less than seventy-two hours.” Samuel didn’t turn. “Before impact?” he asked. “Before launch,” Adrian corrected. That got his attention. Samuel glanced back. Adrian stood a few feet away, already different.