If We Had 5 More Minutes Novels & Stories

After all, he spent five years working for me. Oh no, he wasn't even looking at me; he was preoccupied with his phone. There's only one person left now. I turned my gaze in her direction. "It's barely 10 seconds left, Mr. Oscar." No, that's not possible. It's almost impossible for me to sell her coffee. So what should I do? "Mr. Oscar Five seconds left." She showed me her five fingers. I wiped the sweat from my forehead. "3 seconds left." Oh my God, she turned into a time machine.

I stared at them until my eyes burned, trying to make sense of how my life had turned into a business negotiation in the span of thirty minutes. I looked at the room we had shared for five years, surrounded by evidence of the life we had built together. The bed where we used to wake up tangled together on Sunday mornings. The dresser that held both our clothes mixed together. The photograph on the nightstand from our honeymoon, both of us laughing at something long forgotten, looking at each other like we had just discovered the secret that would sustain us forever.

Miles. She looked around, calling my name louder and louder. I happily threw myself at her, only to pass straight through her body like air. I forgot again. I died five years ago. After waiting and hoping for so long, Mom had finally come back. She was holding candy and cookies. I stared so hard my mouth watered. My heart filled with joy. So Mom did care about me. She'd just been too busy. She'd only found time to come back now. I bounced around beside her and shouted, "Mom, I'm here! I'm right here!"

I read the message over Lucien's shoulder and understand, in the space of those two terrible seconds, that we have exactly four minutes to make a decision that determines whether this war ends today or whether it continues for as long as Volkov can remain free and untouchable in a jurisdiction beyond our reach. Four minutes.

He had a lot of people to write to. data-p-id=8a7ab20ec0ab3262ce329c7dcb399a4e,style=text-align:left;,*** data-p-id=14da9fa5d5bffe76714efa73d166289c,Five days. data-p-id=eab4dd15aafad84892e28d81f9e30fcc,Five days of waiting.

Will defends himself. "It's okay, we still have about 10 minutes," I reassure him as I quickly hug everyone else. To be precise, we have 8 minutes and 45 seconds, ticking down - 44, 43, 42, 41... and so on. "So, tell me, what did you want to give Alyanna?" Mark inquires, a question I had almost forgotten.

Her tense silence unnerved Emmeline a bit. "Don't forget, I'm one of those who agreed to play too! You can't curse me while sacrificing yourself for my honor. It'll make your efforts meaningless." Minnie's cheery voice rang. Taehyung stopped moving. "Isn't the damn five minutes over yet??" he cried out loudly. Richard checked his phone again with a wicked grin. "Not quite." Just as Emmeline glanced at the time on his screen, the last digit ticked over. She wasted no time announcing it. "It just ended!"

A timer I hadn’t noticed before. 59 minutes remaining. I had one hour. One hour to make a choice. One hour to survive. And I realized… one hour wasn’t nearly enough.

she shrugged, flailing her hands dismissively. "But, I will give you lot just five minutes ." "C'mon five minutes? This place is way bigger than you imagined filled with so many mazes and labyrinths." Amber groaned. Janice clicked her tongue and nodded in resignation, waving them off. "Fine, ten minutes, anything beyond that, I call the cops in. Understood?" she said firmly. Amber offered her a sly smile and held up both hands in agreement. "Of course."

Every minute he spends with her is another chance for me to lose. A text comes to my phone at that moment. I load it into the map as soon as possible and find out that I was just about to make a wrong turn. "Not a moment too soon," I say out loud with a deep breath, as I turn the car and start speeding in the right direction. From what the map says, I will get there in the next five minutes. Hopefully, that will be just enough time.