If We Had 5 More Minutes Novels & Stories

"Just come for ten minutes." My heartbeat quickened. He was definitely talking about sex. And he thought ten minutes would be enough? "Five minutes," he finally said, sounding almost desperate. "I just need five minutes with you at the house, and then I'll take you straight back." Five minutes? Was he serious? Did he really think that was enough time? Cora hummed awkwardly within me, equally perplexed by his apparent lack of stamina. "Five minutes?" I echoed, unable to keep the disbelief from my voice.

"It'll take us several minutes to get there." My desperation masked the relief flooding through me. I had made a breakthrough. "I am not deaf. You said that before!! Oh wait, so it's no hours anymore? Great!! I don't care about the distance," I snapped. "We need to get there as soon as possible. Every minute counts."

We were only limited to have showers for five minutes. Damn...I am in trouble. I will get discovered! I have to think of a way….there has to be away! Uncle Rouge, Uncle Rush...please help!

It slows right in front of me, and for a second, I think it’s going to stop. Maybe hitchhiking is a better idea than waiting for a cab. I step toward the street—and then it accelerates. The tire sinks into a puddle, and a mix of water and mud explodes straight at me, ruining my immaculate skirt. “Damn idiot! Are you blind or what?” I shout, furious, trying to see the jerk hiding behind the tinted window. The window rolls down slowly. Shamelessly. A long arm appears first. The sleeve of a black suit fits it perfectly, revealing a small but impossible-to-ignore tattoo on his wrist: a Roman numeral five.

Another pause, longer this time, designed to let what came next land properly. "If you don't get to us within twenty four hours, she'll be dead."

“No.” His voice cut sharply through the room. “We wasted enough time already.” He looked to Elliot. “How long?” He asked. Elliot stared at the screen. “The old facility is about twelve minutes away.” Silence followed. Then Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “Twelve?” Nobody needed to say it. They all understood. They only had two minutes left. Impossible. Amara suddenly looked up. “No.” Everyone turned to her. Her heart was beating hard. Very hard. Because another memory had returned.

Lose her. The elders settle into their chairs, the sound of wood scraping against the rug breaking the silence. Reid brushes crumbs from his shirt, sitting up straighter. I shoot him a look; the man’s a mess. He needs a mate to whip him into shape. The thought makes me smirk. It would be a shock to his system, and I’d pay to see it. George clears his throat, drawing my focus. I brace myself. “I apologize for the delay, but we needed to be certain,” he begins. I pat Claudia’s knee, feeling her tense beside me. Five hours. Five agonizing hours. I clench my jaw to keep from snapping at him.

My tone and voice were sharp, reflecting all the feelings I had bottled up. He fell silent. His face tensed, as if he wasn’t ready to face my firmness. "I—I don’t know where to start. In these five years... I've realized something." I held back a bitter laugh. "In these five years, I’ve realized many things, one of which is that life without you has turned out to be easier than I thought." My words bit, and I knew they were painful for him. He bit his lip, as if holding back something.

although I was clueless and according to me, I was on time " He didn't come timely too, Ron." " This is so bad.15 minutes late." Fred added I looked at Fred pleadingly who is enjoying it way too much, adding the fuel to the fire " Sorry sir." I muttered again What more could I say? " You will be, pretty girl, you are going to pay for every minute. Let's see 60 minutes, multiply it into 3 hours plus 15 minutes. It's 195, I'm gonna multiply it into 2, it's 390 so I'll add 10 more and it's 400."

Big Ken held out three fingers. Alex took out his phone, clicked on the timer, and asked, "You mean 3 minutes?" Big Ken shook his head and said, "30 seconds!" "Are you sure?" “For every second over, I'll give you 100. How about you give me 100 for every second less?" "Sure!" "Deal!" Big Ken grinned back at Owen Donald and said, "Shall we begin?" Owen Donald's eyes bulged outward as if he had seen a ghost.