Nine Minutes Novels & Stories

"No, you're Jenna. You've finally returned." Tears streamed down her face in thick rivulets. "I'm so sorry for letting you suffer for nine long years. But now, you have me, and all my love is yours. You don't need to be afraid anymore. That little wretch is gone. She got exactly what she deserved, just like that monster…" Fear coursed through Anna, making her body quake. She flailed in a desperate and weak frenzy, as if she might crumble into pieces. Mom rose, carrying a bowl of her ever-greasy stew. "Jenna, just drink a little…"

I sighed softly and followed her since the fun was already ruined,I mean there's no point in staying plus I was beginning to feel somewhat cold. By the time we came back home it was already three minutes to seven. Luckily mom was in the kitchen when we sneaked in and dad was discussing with aunt Caroline like nothing ever happened earlier today. Her red hair was tied up in a bun and shimmered like a vampire's under the flickering light of the chandelier. Grandpa was engrossed in his newspaper and Josh was playing with his toys in the hallway. We rushed upstairs in a blink and changed our clothes before coming downstairs for dinner. When mom asked what we were doing upstairs all day, Pete sai

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Each mental note a stitch in a pattern only I could see. Seven minutes. That was all I needed.

he muttered. Silence. Evelyn’s eyes widened. Her jaw dropped. “Nine years?!”

I held my phone tightly and it was about to break. "Don't tell me what to do," I said with closed teeth and she giggled. "Don't get angry pretty boy unless I'll be sad," she said with a flattering voice and I relaxed a little bit. "Have you been talking with Mia?" I froze as soon as X mentioned her name, Mia was my kind of my ex and I hadn't spoken with her for about two years. She was part of the nine generals. The organisation was called Nine, because it had nine generals, who were all modified differently, these nine generals were the strongest and they received the toughest missions.

My heartbeat was stupidly loud in my ears. But Ben’s voice cut through the hallway. “Alpha! Alpha, wait!” I hissed under my breath and spun around. “What?” Ben jogged toward me, waving the note like a man trying to stop a disaster. “It’s not time yet! It says nine. Alpha… it’s only seven.” I snatched the paper out of his hand and checked again, like he was lying. 9 PM. I stared at the numbers, then at the clock on the wall, then back at the numbers again.

Didn’t say goodbye. He ran. Past me. Past Bear. Out the door. _Thump. Thump. Thump._ Hallway. Elevator. I followed. Bear followed. *3:11 PM. [SFX: CAR. THEN CURB. THEN BACKPACK.]* PCH. 90 MPH. Adrian driving. 128 BPM. Hands shaking. On wheel. “9 minutes,” Adrian said. To no one. To himself. To me. “9 minutes late.” “Adrian—” I started.

And at the very center of the blueprint, inside the graphic representing Florence's silver basket, a small, digital countdown clock appeared. 00:00:90 The ninety days hadn't ended. The clock had just reset to seconds.

It was quiet all the while, and the LED screen simply began counting after we drank the liquid. 9 minutes, 59 seconds.