If We Had 5 More Minutes Novels & Stories

“Which means, as long as he’s talking, she’s alive.” My chest tightened painfully. “We need a plan,” I whispered. “A real one.” Zoe nodded. “And we have less than an hour to make it.” I looked at the clock on the wall. Fifty-six minutes left. Somewhere out there, my Mira was waiting. And I didn’t know if I was walking into a rescue… Or a grave.

But I did. Eli does not look away. He just nods slowly. "Maybe someday," he repeats. We eat in silence for a moment. The music plays. The waitress refills our coffee. Outside, the street is still empty. Then my phone buzzes. I check it. The time is 10:44. The bus will be here in six minutes. "The bus," I say. Eli looks at his own phone. "We still have time." "Six minutes. That is not enough to walk back and be sure."

“Security would be everywhere.” I felt my pulse spike, but that didn’t scare me. “By next month the competition would already be over.” My eyes rounded and my voice plunged low. “I really need an inspiration. Isn’t that why we came here?” Silence poured over us, Zane’s gaze holding mine. Letting out a sharp exhale, he rubbed his temple. “Five minutes. You have five minutes.” My eyes sparkled, something bubbling in my chest. “That’s more than enough.”

“Now.” Rory grabbed the empty box like he was about to flee with it. “Do we take the shrine?” “Leave the box,” I snapped. Rory set it down like it had insulted him. I shoved my phone back into my pocket and looked at them, suddenly frantic. “How much time do we have?” Micah checked his watch. “Ten minutes.” Rory gasped. “That’s not enough time to emotionally prepare.” Jace looked at me. “We’ll go.”

I'm just grateful it's not Aurora or Lyra. We are given five minutes to talk to our partner and prepare a time to meet tomorrow to discuss the event in more detail. We agree to meet just before breakfast and then head back to our rooms.

I slowly tugged down the elastic band of my thong in shame. Suddenly, the phone began to chime. "Beep! Time's up!" No! "Beep! You have one chance to extend the mission duration. Would you like to proceed?" I tapped "Yes" without hesitation. "Beep! Your time has been extended by 20 minutes. While taking the final photo, kindly call the last person you called on your phone and maintain a conversation for a minimum of three minutes." What the hell? However, I'd already come so far in the mission. I just couldn't afford to gamble with Grandma's life, so I decided to throw all caution to the wind.

I wanted so many things that minutes that, and I was going out of my mind waiting “Try again,” I said after we have waited for three hours. It was late now and since they operated the same time zone with us, she should be asleep by now. If I have missed it, maybe our morning was their night. She started, closing her eyes, and then after some minutes, she zoned out on us. I just hope it worked this time.

Mina was whispering something to the receptionist, and before long, we'd barely settled in when the receptionist brought over some coffee and snacks. Hannah clicked her tongue. "The service here is pretty good." I glanced at Mina. "I will only wait for fifteen minutes." If Zander didn't show up in fifteen minutes, it was not like I didn't try to help. It was just bad luck. As soon as Mina heard what I said, her expression slightly changed. "Isn't fifteen minutes a bit too short?" I looked at her and smiled faintly, "Or maybe I could leave now?" Mina quickly reached out and grabbed my hand. "I think fifteen minutes is enough!"

Luna’s expression turned grim as well. She had warned Andrius to not speak recklessly, but he did it again. However, she was not in a position to criticize him either. She glared at Andrius with a straight face and said anxiously, “What are you talking about? Can’t you think before you speak? Explain yourself to them!” “You all misunderstood me.” Andrius looked calm as he explained, “I put five fingers out not because grandmother has five days left to live. It’s actually… five minutes.”

“Great! His coffin’s in the backyard of the second floor. Let’s go now.” They were about to leave, and I could feel their footsteps lift, but the second guy suddenly paused. “Hey, before we start, let me make it clear. We’ll only spend ten minutes inside.” “To do what?” “To try waking him, of course.” “You pulling my leg? What exactly is ten minutes going to do for someone who hasn’t moved no matter how many tries?” “Then… fifteen minutes.” “Don’t frustrate me.” “Twenty minutes, then! No more, no less.”