7 Hours Novels & Stories

Kept his eyes on the road and thought about the academy gates ahead and Drax's office and whatever came after, and let his wolf finish settling in its own time. They pulled through the academy gates at twelve forty-seven in the morning. Fifty hours and thirteen minutes remain on the seventy-two-hour window. They had not needed a single one of them.

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.”

I didn’t remember falling asleep while holding her. Actually, I barely remembered falling asleep at all. I remembered talking. Her voice. Her eyes. The warmth of her hand. Her telling me she wouldn’t leave. Then nothing. No nightmare. No waking up. No medication. No four-in-the-morning panic. Nothing. I looked at the clock. 6:41 a.m. My eyebrows pulled together. Seven hours. I had slept for almost seven uninterrupted hours. My stomach tightened. That wasn’t possible. Not for me. Not anymore.

~Cadence’s Point of View~ Seven hours. Seven flipping hours they’ve been in my place and won’t leave. Three hours ago they ordered Chinese and the waft of it was enough to make me ALMOST give in. I texted one of my long time on and off again fuck buddies after that and begged him to bring me some lunch. When he showed up and saw them at the door, he ran off. Now he won’t answer my texts at all. I was certain if I tried someone else it would be the same result.

"The blood acquisition process takes approximately two hours. After that, your part is concluded." "Concluded," I said. "You'll be released," she said. "Weak, but alive. We're not in the business of unnecessary casualties." I thought about Elena Rivera. About Dr. Hartwick. About the attack on Vera. I thought about my mother. I didn't say any of it. "Seven days," she said, answering the question I'd actually asked. "Give or take. The configuration peaks in seven days." Seven days. She left. I returned to the join.

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

Seventy-two hours is three days. Mia had learned over the last two months to measure time differently than she used to — not in hours but in tasks, not in days but in things she could control. The seventy-two hours after the hearing ended she measured in the following way: two Target shifts, one therapy session, six curriculum planning sessions for January, four meals cooked in Sarah's kitchen rather than assembled from whatever was available, and three evenings with Nathan that had nothing to do with the case.

*Something she can verify. He set the phone down and picked up the file again. He had seventy-two hours, and now, finally, he had everything he needed to use them. He got to work. …

And I am tired of being so grown up. "What about the bus?" I ask. He checks his phone. "Ten twenty three. We have twenty seven minutes before the next one. That is enough time for pie." Twenty seven minutes. "Okay," I say. "Pie." He stands up first. He is taller than I thought. He must be six feet tall, maybe a little more. He holds out his hand to help me up, and I look at it for a moment. Long fingers. Pencil bump on the thumb.

“This better be it. I swear, this better be the one.” The helicopter lifted off again, slicing through the darkening sky. Henry sat forward, tense, staring out the window while the wind howled around them. He glanced down at his watch. Four whole hours had passed since Amber had given him that file, just four hours, but it felt like days, like he’d been holding his breath the entire time.