Limited Extra Time Novels & Stories

Hugo shrugged his shoulders. “Uncle Johnson. If you have lost, you have lost. You don't need to find a lousy excuse like this, do you? You sound like a sore loser.” Johnson was pissed and mad, yet he could do nothing. Just then Thomas calmly said, “Isn’t there still 10 minutes left? The time isn't up yet, we don't need to be in such a rush.” Hugo laughed. “Some people just won’t accept reality until it's shoved under noses. Do you think her votes could catch up in the remaining 20 minutes? Let me tell you, not only will it not catch up, in fact, the difference will only grow larger with time!”

His husband was a genius, and he did not care if the whole world saw him admit it on the scoreboard. I raised my chin, a matching, satisfied smirk playing across my lips. The linesmen began to clear the players from the ice, their orange-sleeved arms waving the green and silver jerseys back to their bench. The horn sounded again, a long, steady blare signaling the end of regulation time. The voice of the arena announcer boomed through the speakers, his words barely audible over the roaring crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have completed sixty minutes of play. This game is tied two to two. We are heading into sudden-death, next-goal-wins overtime."

“All players will undergo a full biometric registration. Anyone not registered within two hours will be considered hostile and handled accordingly." I gave it twenty seconds. Then I added a sentence that was not for the players. "I know you are here. Come out. Or I start eliminating players until you do."

"My apologies in advance, Mrs. Diane, I've had a little trouble commuting and as I mentioned before, I've only just returned to this city after five full years of living in America, so it seems I've kind of forgotten the roads I'm supposed to take to get there." "Then you should have left earlier," said Mrs. Diane firmly. "I'm sorry again, but as far as I know, according to the rules that apply during this event, each participant is given a time tolerance to follow the audition process for fifteen minutes from the first call to enter the audition room and because when I entered, the committee just counted to four, that means I'm not late. I still have six minutes than I should," said Lea pol

Please give it a chance. Please vote if you want more. Hopefully you'll stick with me through it! I know it's short but this is just the beginning!

“I know.” “Okay,” she said. “Okay,” he said. He kissed her again. Shorter this time. Just that. Just enough. The living room door opened. Marcus appeared in the doorway. Looked at them. Looked at the ceiling. Looked back at them. “I was gone 40 minutes,” he said. “37,” Zara said. “I said don’t be weird.” “We’re not being weird,” Damon said. “You’re being extremely weird.” Marcus went to the fridge. Got a beer. Pointed at both of them with the bottle. “We’re setting ground rules. Tomorrow. All three of us. Ground rules.”

she said. Haden turned toward me. “We keep this short. No all-night stunts.” I nodded. “I’ll take the first cut.” Krav’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t argue. “Six minutes maximum,” he said. “No extensions. If we need a second run, we wait ten minutes before starting again.”

"You won't die. We've offered a high reward to find a matching donor. Olivia may be selfish for refusing, but we won't let you die." Even Dad, usually unreadable, had red, tear-filled eyes. And Ethan, the ruthless and decisive head of a mafia family, also had tears in his eyes. They were all grieving Lily's death, a death that hadn't even happened yet. Meanwhile, no one seemed to notice my own impending demise. I bit my lip. And then, to prove my sincerity, I took out my phone and recorded a video. "July 26, 2025. I, Olivia Larson, voluntarily donate my kidney to Lily Larson. No one forced or pressured me. This is my genuine choice."

Gatlin also didn’t reject him it’s been a long time they didn’t saw each other privately and that Ford don’t know what he is doing refused to take his man back before also Ford did this but he will ask them to back in 15 days but this time it’s more than 45 days and they still remains same. Soon both Adair and Gatlin buried themself in their work, they have to complete it before the time. At 10:00 pm in evening Adair left his office today he had some international meetings which took time more than he thought, as a result, he is late for his meeting with Gatlin, “you can go back, I am going to my new house” Adair said this to Ross as he took the key in his own hands. “But what about your saf

Everyone in the crowd except Red House members ran into the field and towards us, as if we had won the match but it isn't over yet we are going to extra Time and maybe PENALTY SHOOT OUT. What will happen next Who will win?