The Hours Novels & Stories

The room held us. Fourteen hours. She was worth every one.

"Okay, I know. As you live for work and didn't want to delay, so I asked Si Ban to bring your things here. But, you can only work for three hours with breaks." "Okay." She readily agreed, after all 'something is better than nothing.' ZouMi happily took her laptop and phone, she called Si Ban to let him inform for the updates. She had no clue of time when she starts working, time to time Gu Huan made her drink water or either juice letting her take breaks. After three hours, Gu Huan waited for her to keep her laptop aside, but she showed no sign of that, so he stood up walked towards the bed and...

They found themselves able to easily sustain a Promethean Merge for a full cycle, while only needing an hour of rest. The Admiral had noted that there were diminishing returns after those ten hours had been achieved. “Our physiology simply can’t handle more than that,” she lectured. “I’ve been able to do ten hours for some time now, and only recently was able to reach eleven. I haven’t determined the exact reason why. I hypothesize it’s just some biological limitations we all have.”

After crying for an hour, I have the sudden urge to leave. My small room feels claustrophobic, like it's closing in on me, and I need some fresh air. Dragging myself up, I glance over at the clock on the nightstand. It's not even nine o'clock yet.

And I couldn’t turn the wheel. The timer continued its merciless countdown. Three hours. Two hours fifty-nine minutes. Two hours fifty-eight. The engine idled. The blood kept flowing. And I did nothing.

"I have a test today. I can't go." "And how will you write?" "I'm ambidextrous." She grinned proudly. "Good to know. After your test, we're leaving." He stared pointedly at her. "You got it." "How many minutes do you need to take the test?" "Almost an hour." She replied. "My phone screen smashed but I'll try to use it to call you when I'm done." "We'll get you a new phone on the way back." "Or we can just have the screen repaired." She countered.

I ask. “My answer to that will always be yes.” I motion to the back of the building. “We have food. And drinks. And it sounds like Dillan has fired up the Roseoke machine.” We fall in step together, going through the rows of empty desks. “Is this a regular occurrence?” “Parties? Kind of. We always celebrate a successful launch, and doing stuff like this keeps up morale in the workplace.” “All I want is an eight-hour shift.” “How long do you work? I know residents have crappy hours.” “Usually around eighty hours a week.”

My adorable little sister, I can’t wait to see you again. Lately, Horace only leaves for work after lunch hours and returns by 6a.m the next morning. This gives me the chance to go to work while he looks after the girls until I return before lunch hours. Oh yes, I did discuss with him concerning the girls’ need to attend a school and he’s promised to get them enrolled by the next school session.

“I can't leave now, Miss Yvette.” “Why so?” “The boss's orders,” he replied coldly. I nodded, not wanting to argue with him either. “How much time do I have left here?” “Hours. Three hours and twenty-nine minutes, to be exact.” “That's 1:30?!” “You got it right.”

For one, I did not get any alarm bells in my head, and I felt calm and safe around him. “So, about your new job,” he said, turning to the counter. “Working hours for starters are from 8 am till 2 pm. Your pay is twenty-five dollars per hour, and you can take extra hours if you so wish. You’re expected to be punctual and tidy, but I’m sure that shouldn’t be hard for you, right?”