Five Centimeters Per Second Novels & Stories

Increasing the car’s speed. Now, her distance with the Hennesey car is only a few meters away. Halfway through round five, Vale sped up again, and the car shot forward and drive beside the Hennesey.

Completely drenched in a cold sweat, she caved and said, "Tyler, can you drive slower?" The speed of the car had risen to 200 kilometers per hour, and Vicky was terrified at the thought of being in a car crash.

"We're running out of time here" "Oh you're here. This ride right here runs 250mph per hour, and isn't up to 45kg. it's fast and has no weight. The perfect ride for his journey" Damien loved automobiles, reminding myself of the times he normally compared his speed as a werewolf with the speed of a fast car. I guess that was how he learnt to run without getting tired. "It's good that you've got a vast knowledge on automobiles, if you don't drive, I would drive myself and let you be guarded here in this office until I'm back"

🦪 DORA 🦪 A gun? That should be out of the list. 3 minutes. Shit! Fucking smelly ass shit! Have you ever tried dodging a bullet? Seems impossible, doesn’t it? Well, I bring good news. It doesn’t seem impossible… it is impossible. The theory doesn’t add up. On average, modern bullets travel between eight-hundred and one thousand four-hundred feet per second, and there’s me who take five seconds to land one step.

POV: Wolfy Data packets moved through the network at 299,792 kilometers per second. Physical mass moved slower. I sat in the communications booth. The blue light from twelve monitors hit my face, leaching the color from my skin. The illumination made my eyes throb with a sharp, insistent pressure. My retinas felt dry. My neck muscles were rigid cords, the tension traveling from my vertebrae into my jaw. My molars ached from the constant pressure of clenching my teeth.

The car needs ten seconds to reach 100 km/h. Victor, however, was different. Compared to the strange mech, he was like a sports car that could reach 100 km/h in just three seconds, though he couldn't sustain it for long. Therefore, the strange mech was in for a bad time. It hadn't gone far, and it hadn't even had time to aim its cannon at the extremely close Victor yet, but Victor's halberd was already resting on its neck. "Speak. Who are you?" Victor asked.

Stopping meant spending more of his strength. He started to walk faster and faster, and his expression got more and more anxious. Slowly, sweat started to drip down his face. By the time he reached fifty meters, the pace of the snow crumbling was twice as fast as when he was in the forty-meter area. Slowly, he started to find himself unable to hold on. Every step he took meant he needed to stop to fill up the gaps in his snow. Only then would he be able to protect himself from the laws.

He did it so swiftly and even appeared frantic! One, two, three… Ten, eleven, thirteen, fifteen… Twenty, twenty-five, thirty! Forty, fifty, sixty…

They now show us a small winged animal with a very sharp nose. "A trochumm," Professor Runn says with a smile as he spins around. "A very small animal but incredibly fast, a minimum speed of 75 miles an hour, and is almost always moving. Very rarely had anyone ever seen one of them stop. Some fighters believe they never stop moving at all. Can anyone tell me anything more about this speedy animal?" Most of the students raise their hands but Corentin and I are among the few that don't." "Hmm," Professor Runn says, tapping his chin as lightning speed as he stares at us. "You. Over there. The boy sitting next to the girl with very bright orange hair!"

. A quiet-yet-restless ripple of a stream from a distance, even though my smile was barely seen, my heart danced to the rhythm of the stream's babbling hypothetically. It was far up north. It sounds from over a hundred miles away from my standing point. A short destination for a crowned hybrid to get to. I read from my book of vampire stories that they move at least one and a half times faster than the theoretical maximum for a human, that is, a human speed plus half of human speed. We soldiers believed they pulled their shitty stunts through teleporting. Tch, too bad, or too good, I'm partly one of them now. The shitty, nasty, bloodsucking pest. The same book talked about the legendary vamp