Novel & Cerita Nineteen Minutes

“Come on, this is a joyous day! Mia, let’s wish the Alpha a happy birthday and a wonderful life together with his Luna.” Leonard’s voice was bright and loud, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. When I stayed silent, he looked at me again over his glass and mouthed, “You can use a forgiveness coupon.” Back then, Leonard had asked me to be his Mate 98 times, and I had rejected him 98 times. I thought he would give up, but he summoned all the werewolves in the pack for the 99th time and got on his knees, swearing to the Moon Goddess,

I know I shouldn't get my hopes up but it's too late. They vary in length from ninety seconds to four and a half minutes. I click on the shortest one first. And there it is! Holy Fuck! The mother lode! I'm staring into a rather close view of my cousin's widespread pussy while the soundtrack of a p**n movie is playing in the background.

“O-okay…” “Come again?” “…okay, Carlisle.” He smiled. “Good girl.” Just like that, seven minutes was over.

Luca and Fiona locked eyes, their faces ashen with the realization of what they had done. "So," Marco leaned in, "was that a big enough 'surprise' for you?" Surprise didn't even cover it. Luca looked like he was about to faint right there on the spot. Fiona’s friends gathered around, and Marco greeted each of them in the same perfect dialect. The room went dead silent. "Oh, and one more thing," Marco added, snapping his fingers. "Angelina has a special gift for everyone here tonight." On cue, the massive projector screen in the ballroom flickered to life. A high-definition video began to play.

Ever since I got to my offices, I couldn’t stop staring at the digital clock on my desk. I checked it again for the thousandth time, feeling a sliver of nervousness as I saw that it was still 10:42 AM. Nate will be here in eighteen minutes.

Like something that had been carried a long way and was deciding whether to put itself down. "You have nine minutes," I said. He blinked. "What?" "You asked for nine minutes before the unresolved things." I looked at my watch. "Race ended eleven minutes ago. You've used two. You have seven left. I'm being generous and rounding up." Something moved across his face. The thing underneath a smile that was realer than the smile. "You timed it." "I'm a racer. I time everything." "Audrey." "Six minutes fifty," I said. "Ticking."

Toward whatever end is waiting. Twenty-three hours and fifty-nine minutes. I'll be there in four.

“We need to move faster.” “We have like nine minutes.” “We don’t,” he says. “We have less than two minutes. I set the timer too soon. If we are still on this pass when that bomb goes off, we’re toast.”

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

] [I was not angry about that night, so do not be angry either. [Is this because of the photo Angelina posted? It was a misunderstanding. I will explain.] [Today is our wedding, Leticia. Do not forget.] [I will be waiting at the chapel at ten.] I checked my watch. It was exactly ten. I blocked James's number, removed the SIM card from my phone, dropped it into the trash, and boarded the plane. Goodbye, James.