Nineteen Minutes Novels & Stories

SETTING: DRAVILSBERG SEASON: SUMMER Chapter 1 LEXI CORNELL I take a glance at my wristwatch. 7:05 A. M. It had been an hour and thirty minutes since Paul promised he would soon be here. Standing outside the popular Eat 'a' Fill restaurant, I pull the hoodie of my sweatshirt closer, covering my face so I won’t be recognized and start to count down from sixty. To normal people, if their boyfriend stands them up for more than thirty minutes, they would either leave and wait for the man to come to them begging and vying for their attention again or they would wait for the man to arrive and cause a scene right in front of the onlookers.

I said. "Yes." "Nine minutes," I said. He looked at me. "I know," he said. "Not twelve," I said. "No," he said. "Nine," I said. He looked at the ice pack. Something in his expression. The becoming. Completed. "Yes," he said. "Nine." I looked at the city. At the November morning. At the stable ground. At the model. At the one observation away. At the moment. At the pocket. At the white dress on the form.

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

Jessica — First Person It was less than twelve hours to the Cannes Awards. Not that I was counting. Okay, fine—we were all counting. Liam had a whiteboard. Wilhelmina drew a ticking time bomb beside the number 12. And every hour that passed, they’d update the board and go, “Operation Vindication in T-minus—” “Eleven hours, thirty-seven minutes, and seventeen seconds,” Liam muttered like a tiny NASA technician, fiddling with his high-tech device.

ABIGEAL WHEN I got off the last obstacle a full ten seconds ahead of Abel, everyone’s eyes were on me. I was used to being stared at like I was a freak of nature, but it didn’t stop me from feeling uneasy. “Is there a problem?” Warren cleared his throat. “Miss Starr has set a record of finishing the gauntlet in 3 minutes and 48 seconds. Let’s see who’ll beat that.” Oh.

Ash looks at her, “Which one?” She sighs, “Nineteen.” He nods. “That’s a bad one, I’m sorry.”

He's a really goodlooking guy with light brown long shouldered hair, dark eyes and I just like how he looks good in jeans. Just like he is now as he comes my way. I'm currently at a diner that's just a walking distance from my apartment, I've been chilling here for close to 15 minutes now, not that it has been a surprise to see him here because he comes here often, it's that he's hinted that he wants to join me and now, I have to think of something to say and not act weird.

Why did I take it with me? I counted the time in my head and I gave up when I counted one hour and seventeen minutes.

“Go away. You’ll see her in ninety minutes.” Knox’s eyes narrowed. “Ten.” “Ninety if you're lucky,” Tina said cheerfully. “Now shoo.” Knox looked to Vivienne with reluctant amusement, kissed her on the cheek, and backed toward the door. “Ninety minutes,” he muttered.

"If this were back in the old days, a man in your position would be bowing at my feet the second he stepped inside, so what makes you think this attitude is going to cut it? "Here's the deal. Get on your knees or give me a full bow, and I'll agree to let you in and maybe get along with you." With that, I dragged over a chair and settled into my seat, crossing my legs. Elton shrieked and stumbled back as shards of glass cut his skin. As he hissed in pain, Morgan slammed the table, his expression hardening. "Jonas! Are you sure you want to cross the Conners? Do you have any idea what that will cost you?"