روايات وقصص ضمن 7 Hours

Slowly, it clicked into place. I closed my eyes and paid attention. “Two… three…” I counted the seconds in-between each goodbye. "Three hours," I murmured. "They change shifts every three hours." I closed my eyes again, counting the footsteps and how long the silence lasted after each goodbye. "Twenty minutes," I whispered, a flicker of hope sparking within me. That was the window I needed. By the time I opened my eyes again, it was night time. Time to strike.

asked Jackson. “It ends at four in the afternoon, so it’s roughly two hours.”

He turned to spy the almost empty streets, running a hand through his hair. "With cuddling on the table, I can't say no." Standing and going to the small fridge sitting in the corner, he pulled out a bottle of water and went to stand in front of the window. "So you'll come?" He pictured her with her eyes wide open in excitement and chuckled lowly. "Yes. Just-" he glanced at his watch, "- give me seven hours." "Seven hours?! Sei serio?! Brandon, i'll be old with wrinkles by then!" He scoffed out a small laugh and pulled his phone away. Activating his bluetooth, he strode to his desk, dropped the phone on it and opened his water.

“Really?” Her eyes lit up with hope again. Iris nodded and continued, “Yes, so don’t be so pessimistic. We’ve called for help and are now waiting for them to arrive.” “When will they arrive?” Quinn asked, crying from happiness. “I have no idea.” Iris said with a troubled look on her face, “However, they will need at least four hours. After all, it’s inconvenient to airlift a lot of the equipment, so they can only walk.” Four hours?

“I feel like we’ve been in the car all day!” “It’s three hours,” Astrid answered. She glanced at him and smiled slightly. “You probably should have asked that before you volunteered to come with me.” “Three hours in the car?” he gaped. Astrid laughed. “It’ll be another three hours to get back,” she pointed out. “So, we’ll be in the car for six hours today.” “That’s a quarter of a day!” he exclaimed in distress. “Stop whining,” I said. Eddie turned in his seat and looked at me. “Go back to sleep,” he sneered. “You’re still grumpy.”

We bought seventy-two hours. Then she fell into darkness.

“Give or take with the weather.” “7 fingers?” Nicoli, meanwhile, was watching both. “Wait, what does 7 fingers mean? 7 hours?” Both men had to laugh at that. “Oh, no, not 7 hours.” Philpé went on. “It’s days.” “Days?” Nicoli repeated to have both men nod. “About a week for something of this size.” Philpé went with confidence. “A week!?” Nicoli dropped his jaw, the shock overwhelming. “It takes a whole week?!”

André glared at the doctor, and he fidgeted a little. “Thirty hours” The doctor gave a nervous nod. “Yes, Alpha.” “Well then, your time starts now…”

120 hours, that was all it would take. Kate looked up at the sky, 119:53:42 shone in the blue of the afternoon. The time was enchanted across the sky, a magic that had been lent from another kingdom. The alpha's first bite ceased to be effective in 119 hours, 53 minutes, and 27, 26, 25 seconds. Kate counted down, grateful for each second that passed in their favor.

Everything. Two hundred yards. Practiced at fifty. Way different. Farther. Wind. More ways to screw up. Checked phone. Seven thirty. Four and a half hours. Now she just had to wait.