Limited Extra Time Ch 18 Novels & Stories

Aretha winces slightly at the sheer volume but follows me to our seats without complaint. Our section is packed. She slips into the seat beside me, eyes scanning the field below with mild disinterest. “So… how long does this go on?” I chuckle. “Ninety minutes. Plus injury time.” She groans. “Of course.” The match begins. My eyes flick from the pitch to her. She's scrolling on her phone at first, clearly unbothered by the players darting across the field. And then they show up.

Lila races back into the room, “They are bringing it.” Each blade was thick, enough to hollow out. “What are you thinking?” “Something that might get me disqualified.” ______________________________________ “Where is Bellatrix Sinclair?” a voice boomed and I’m racing towards the line in fucking heels. “I’m here.” I gasped, stumbling to the back of the line. Everyone laughed, “Who does she think she is?” One scoffed and another contributed, “Humans need to learn their fucking place.” Ashley features contoured in irritation. “Never be late again, the rules are that all participants should be on time. You get one exception but the next time I won’t tolerate it and you will be disqualified. Are

My brilliant plan suddenly seemed less brilliant and more like I'd just handed him exactly what he wanted on a silver platter. "But… but you have a time limit!" I added quickly, scrambling to add conditions. "One hour on the clock for the entirety of chapter seven. And you can't fail more than half, or no deal." I pointed at him. "Also, you can't use your phone to look up answers either." Jace looked at me, really looked at me, his eyes going dark with determination and a sharp frightening look. That wicked grin spread across his face slowly, "Prepare to lose, princess."

He waved his hand and said cheerfully, “Come, now! Have a second drink. I’d like to trouble Master Fox to refill the wine glasses!” Xavion’s legs were already beginning to sway, but he dared not disobey Charlie’s command. He could only tremble as he picked up the wine glass once again, and poured two more glasses for his father and himself. Immediately afterwards, Charlie looked at the stopwatch again and said, “Let’s stick to the old rules. I’ll give you one minute each to drink your respective glasses. Whoever exceeds the time limit will be rewarded with another!” Spencer lamented, “Sir… I’ll really die if I have to keep drinking…”

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.

Marcus spread his arms. “Well?” “You two are ridiculous.” “You love it.” I did. God help me. I absolutely did. Jarek came over and kissed my forehead. “Last chance.” I smiled. “No.” His eyes softened. “Good.” Marcus handed me a little digital timer. “Two hours.” “And fifteen minutes?” “Head start.” “And no GPS?” “No GPS.” “And if I win?” Marcus grinned. “Baby doll, if you somehow outrun us for two hours, we’ll spend the rest of our lives hearing about it.”

Olivia’s voice turned tight. “What does that mean?” Leo looked at the timer again. The countdown suddenly dropped from two minutes… …to thirty seconds. Daniel’s face went pale. “That’s impossible.” Inside the vault Marcus smiled calmly. “Game over.” Sebastian’s eyes hardened. “Not yet.” The timer dropped again. Twenty seconds. Inside the penthouse Leo typed faster than ever. Daniel whispered, “Can you stop it?” Leo shook his head. “No time.” Olivia grabbed the edge of the table.

Though the people understood the time limit restriction, they were not sure what had to be done during it! “You will be paired with the person standing in front of you. Boy, girl. Your challenge, and remember this is for elimination, is to get your man hard and stuff any one of your holes!” “Does that mean they can—“ asked a dimwitted brunette. “Yes, ANY hole of your choosing!” “You mean even in the—“ “Yes! Any! There aren’t any points for being prudish, so do what you wish. The shadow lasts for roughly forty-five seconds. Get ready! It’s coming!”

I shrug as the call for the game to start began. The match went on for forty-five minutes, with each side only scoring one goal. With less than a minute left in the match, I pass the ball to Scott. He makes his way to the opponent’s goal, dodging defenders on his way there. He dodges the last defender before lining it up with the goalpost and kicking it. Max jumps as it looks like he is about to score, but it bounces off the side of the goalpost and out of bounds. Steve sides cheer as Max kicks the dirt up from the ground, cursing.

He held her by the waist without hesitation. Rachel gave a sneering smirk. She stopped hesitating and wrapped her arms firmly around Tyler's waist. Just then, the referee called out, "Alright! Now all you have to do is hold that position for sixty minutes!" The crowd burst into chatter. "What? Sixty minutes?" The referee quickly corrected himself. "Oops, my bad, not sixty minutes. I meant one minute. Just one!" Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief. "That scared the hell out of me. I thought I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen!"