Nine Minutes Novels & Stories

They knocked down the bodyguards following me and rushed us onto a private jet. As the familiar city faded into a tiny dot below us, I took out my SIM card and snapped it in half. May we never meet again, in this life or the next.

I huffed out a breath as I looked away, wanting him out of my sight. "Zeke, how long have you been in the mafia?" Callum asked as he looked over in his direction. "About two years now," Zeke responded. "And how many missions like this have you been on?" Zeke glanced over at me, a hint of nervousness in his eyes. I shrugged, indicating that it would be okay to tell him the truth. "This is my first time," he said in a sort of embarrassed tone.

said Zero, as if his decision could not be contested. Zeva thought, "Well, turns out he's loud as well as Sis Runa and Bro Gamma." "Wait a minute, it's 15:39 here. That means it's already 02:39 in the morning there," said Zero, which made Zeva imagine that Zero was checking his watch. "Oh my gosh Zeva, you are already eating unhealthy food, and even staying up late again. Hurry up and sleep, don't stay up late!" ordered Zero.

"Why don't we play a game to take your mind off things for a bit?” The game they haven’t played in so long—seven minutes in heaven, is now the only bud of hope that could cradle both their anxiety and longing to feel each other close. A sin so sweet that not even Reigna herself could say no or worry about tomorrow. "Fine," she huffed, averting her gaze as she played with the hem of his shirt. "But we're sticking to the rules this time, Carlisle. Just seven minutes, no funny business." Ah. But that clearly is a form of denial, isn’t it?

Ninety minutes. "Time to work," I said, and dove into the code.

I ran my hands through his hair screaming his name. "Yes.. yes.." I groaned as he grabbed my ass. He turned my body around and started to thrust my body from the back. He squeezed both of my breast hard and he released himself inside of me. He turned my body around and kissed my lips hard. "M.I.N.E" He smirked.

My voice was hoarse as I asked her, "Lucy, are you sure you want to divorce me over a drinking-game challenge? This is our ninth divorce. I won't remarry you again. I'll ask you one last time. Do you really want this?" I remembered how we had gotten together. She pursued me first, staging nine elaborated declarations of love that people still talked about on campus. And yet, on the very night we registered our marriage, she'd asked for a divorce. At the time, I had asked why. She had smirked and said, "I humiliated myself declaring my love for you nine times. Even if I divorce you nine times, you can take it. You owe me this!" That was why I endured all those humiliations, telling myself it

He wasn't wearing his wedding ring. When it was an hour until midnight, I curled up on the couch, playing our wedding video on loop while eating the cake the delivery person had brought. Somehow, the cake tasted increasingly salty, though. I thought I would probably never like this cake again. It was 30 minutes until midnight when Frederick stopped replying to my messages. I stopped bothering him and began packing my belongings. Finally, I took out the last reconciliation voucher from the jar just one minute before midnight, ready to tear it up. Suddenly, someone knocked on the front door.

Inside the lobby, children in performance costumes were being evacuated in batches by the staff. Today was the finals of the state junior piano competition. More than 300 children and their parents were still inside, and there were only 26 minutes left before the bomb beneath their feet was set to detonate. Inside the command vehicle, my handcuffs were fastened to the crossbar at the back of the seat. Captain Hunter sat across from me, flipping through my phone and credentials. "Headquarters EOD Unit, Julius Kinney." He picked up the radio. "Command Center, verify an identity. Headquarters EOD Unit, Julius Kinney, badge number 079527."