7 Hours Novels & Stories

She groaned, and rolled away from me. “I just need another ten minutes, please?” she whined. If I gave her the first ten minutes, it would be ten more minutes for the next half an hour. “Nooo, it’s time to get up babe. Dahlia and Tristan have been up for hours. They are getting hangry. So am I,” I said sweetly. “Fiiiiine, five more minutes?” she asked softly. I started to laugh, and smacked her on the ass. “No, ma’am. It’s nearly 10am. We have got to get going. We have nearly seven more hours on the road, and if we don’t feed that king soon, he will have our asses,” I said.

he announced staring at his wrist “I don’t understand,” I admitted. “ what happens in 47 hours, 59 minutes and 40 seconds.” Alex rolled back in his chair, a humorless smile playing on his lips. “You don’t even have that much time left anyway that’s how long you have to deliver a project that’s up to my standards. “ He paused, his gaze boring into mine. Or else consider yourself jobless.

23 hours, 47 minutes. They had found the keyhole. But it was sealed by the hand of a dead man. They were standing before the ultimate dead end.

"Rosalia, I was wrong… Please come back." Just then, a wave carried a drifting bottle onto the beach. Inside was a yellowed piece of paper containing my neat handwriting. "Jared, by the time you read this, I will be gone for good. Not just gone, but never existed at all. The system gave me seven days. I could have fixed everything, but what you did was enough to make me give up. Farewell. I hope you and Melody find happiness."

Day 2~ 5 and half hour - 12;12 and quarter - 3 and half; 4 - 6; 6 and three quarter- 8 and three quarter Day 3 ~ 5 and half hour - 12; 12 and quarter - 3 and half; 4 - 5 and half; 6 - 8 and three quarter Day 4 ~ 6 – 12; 12 and quarter - 3 and quarter; 3 and three quarter - 5 and three quarter; 6 – 8 and half hour;9-11. Day 5 ~ 6 – 12; 12 and quarter – 4 and quarter; 4 and half - 5 and half; 6 - 8. Jack’s looked at the times and summed it up; He scribbled 70 at the bottom. “Love don’t kill yourself like this. I will work hard.” Jack spoke with a heartache as he ran his fingers through her long hair. “Not hard. We will work together.” Mira smiled as she fell asleep.

That itself was answer enough. My shirt had been cut away. Fresh bandages wrapped my ribs, already darkening in places. The smell of antiseptic mixed with blood and ozone - wolf magic pushed too hard in a metal tube thousands of feet above the ground. “How long?” I asked. “You were out almost seven hours.” Damon said from the other side of the cabin. He looked rough - blood on his knuckles, a tear in his sleeve - but his eyes were sharp. Watching me like he was afraid I’d disappear again. “We’ve got about two hours left.”

"Maybe less." I looked down at the digital clock on my dashboard. "We only have six hours total." "Then we move fast," Marcus said.

I just…I’m worried. ‘About?’ I stretched and pulled the chair up. Riley offered me the water bottle and I took it, downing the rest. It smelled good in the car now. His scent had overpowered mine but there was still that underlying sour taste to it. It felt comforting to breathe in though. ‘We are about six hours from the edge of the territory.’ My eyes widened. ‘Wait. Six? How long was I asleep?’ ‘It’s been about thirty hours.’ ‘Thirty?! Kirk, you better be fucking joking. I haven’t slept…’

In addition, the entire amount of time in a week is only 168 minutes. When you take into account the time spent commuting, showering, and eating, their total sleep time should not surpass 30 hours. This is a perilous situation for a doctor to be in, yet they have no choice but to accept it.

They must be waiting for me somewhere. As the train jerks, slowly crawling out of the station, I settle into my seat. I’ve theorised that it must take a few days for the train to make the full trip. Maybe a week even. Just as those thoughts consumed my mind, a small screen planted into the back of the seat in front of me flashes. First Destination : Territory Of Fate Time of Travel : 26 hours. Sighing deeply, I settle into my seat. With no belongings aside from the clothes on my back, I peel off my jacket and use it as a pillow. A few seats in front of me, I hear someone’s muffled cries.