9 Hours Novels & Stories

-Week 13~ day 7, 500 hours. I haven't got any sleep for the past 35 hours. having to find our way back to base, after out transportation got eliminated. Then I remembered Kota, and that she would tell me to suck it up and keep going. That my life is more important than sleep, and so are my comrades around me. -Week 14~ day 2, 700 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.

Eighteen hours. The compound was ready. I was going to make sure it stayed that way.

He murmured gruffly, his gaze surprisingly gentle, yet holding my droopy ones intently. “Why would you think that, I barely even slept” I murmured, my voice sounding barely above a whisper. “What kind of law in this advanced universe states that sleeping over ten hours is considered ‘barely slept’?” he demanded, his tone oozing off playful sarcasm. My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. “What??!... Ten hours?!” I yelled and he nodded with a shrug. “Ten hours, eight minutes and thirty four seconds to be precise” he read from the luxurious Graff Diamond watch strapped around his wrists.

Alpha Anton P.O.V "497, 498, 499, 500," I counted breathless as I completed my 500 pushes up for the day. I sat done taking a rest. My evening exercise was completed for the day until tomorrow I begin again. That was my life. Exercising for 4 hours in the morning and 6 hours in the evening. I had nothing else to do anyway after seeing that my pack was fine and everyone was safe within my land, Burnesfield.

SERA Nine hours. I sat on the edge of the bed in the east wing room at 2am and counted them. Viktor's deadline: sixteen days remaining. Milo's deadline: nine hours remaining. My wolf: entirely awake, increasingly present, the suppressant down to something I could no longer rely on in any meaningful operational sense.

As long as he still had coupons left over, I would forgive him and stay with him no matter what he did. In the first five years, Leonard treasured the opportunity I gave him and my faith in him. He did not use a single coupon. Half a year ago, however, his childhood friend Judy joined our pack. Within six months, he had used up 98 coupons. This was the 99th. I pressed my pale lips together and lifted the glass with a tight grip, forcing a smile at the Alpha. “Sorry, Alpha Mike. Please accept my apology on Judy’s behalf. I wish you and your Luna the happiest days ahead.”

I couldn’t understand just how stupid I could have been. Damon’s eyes darkened, and for once he didn’t try to argue. He just cursed under his breath. “How long?” “Nine hours, give or take.” He looked at me like I’d handed him a ticking bomb. “That’s a long fucking time, Killian.” “Don’t you think I know that?” I barked, my voice raw. Lia stepped forward, wringing her hands. “I’m still saying she could still be upset, Killian. I mean,”

Nine hours. That was exactly how long they had before Julian's audit team showed up at the main tower with badges, warrants, and the specific intent to dismantle Kaelen's empire one wire transfer at a time. The clock was ticking in the back of Zariel’s mind, a rhythmic, maddening countdown that made her pulse skip a beat every time she checked her phone.

Three hours to save our lives. Three hours before everything ended in flames.