The Hours Novels & Stories

Kingswood, 2014 I am staring at the clock. I don't think the damned machine is working. My fingers are fidgeting and I keep tapping my legs under the desk. "Ms. Clarkson, stop tapping your feet or I will have to extend the hours for you," Ms. Crook grunts. I glare at her and roll my eyes. "Young lady, did you just roll your eyes at me?" she snaps with her high-pitched voice, her eyes burning with fury.

Josie says heading out the door. Each trained warrior was taking a four-hour shift. With John’s pack and Adelaide’s there was enough so only each warrior had to pull one 4-hour shift in a day. They also are alternating times for each point. Every 2 hours shift change was happening. This was agreed upon to try and deceive any enemies lurking about.

Henry exclaimed as he was demonstrating it. "I can't. It is too painful!" Emma shouted while crying in pain holding the arms of her husband so very tight that Henry even felt the pain of those tightly grip of her wife. When Henry suddenly thought of something. "Honey I forgot to lock the door of our house. I need to get back, there might be thief that will stole all our things in the house." Henry explained while Emma looked at him wide. "I will be right back honey I promise." Henry continues and then looked at the nurse who was pushing his wheelchair.

I had to. "One of the machine was not running smoothly at that moment. I told one of my workers to look closely to it while I monitor the whole section for errors that cause that little problem. Nothing in particular caught my attention so I check the monitor to see if there are any changes. The energy supply that the section is giving is less than the usual standard so I ordered to shut down the section for monitoring and troubleshooting. My team preformed it and it took us 3 hours to finally figure it out and fixed it." I explained to them while trying to avoid my voice to shake. "Did you know how much money that the company lost during that hours?" The blonde, tall young man from the memb

Yes, that's close enough. And to know that her eyes still light up, the same way they did when we started connecting, fills my heart with utmost joy. She should have forgotten me by now, but no, she hasn't. The planned hour to two, with Ava, has increased and I'm pretty sure, that we have reached 4 hours. Reece seemed to get lost in the time, more than I did and I saw a different Reece, altogether. Playful, more gentle and just dad like, that's who I saw come out of Reece.

I huff, "But trust me here, It's mandatory!" He looks down at his watch and sighs, "3 hours 20 minutes and counting."

I know. “As long as you complete 110 hours a month, you can take holidays.” “I want the hours reduced to 100.” “Nope,” Mikolaj says. I cross my arms and look at him. He is impassive, browsing on his phone. He is making it difficult for me on purpose. Otherwise, why would a freaking CEO discuss job roles and weekly hours with me? “You can’t have it all, Little Riley,” he says casually while keeping his eyes on his phone. So disrespectful.

I say as I go through all the payroll hours. “That last attack almost broke through the first firewall,” Tina sounds nervous. “Jared patched the holes,” I tell her as I double check everything. “Can you check with Patrick, Charleston is claiming almost 60 hours in OT from last week?” “I will look into it,” Tina makes a note. “Maryanna is only claiming 4 hours. Check on that too, I don’t want to short anyone. Not when the team is working so hard.” “Got it.” “The retreat for half the team in ready?” I ask as I sign off on everyone else.

came the curt reply. Five minutes. The words echoed in the sudden stillness. Zeviar moved to my side, his hands cupping my face with a tenderness that belied the raw, unhealed ache in my jaw. He tilted my head, his gaze searching for mine, the way he always did when words felt inadequate. "Three hours," he finally murmured, his thumbs tracing the line of my cheekbones. "That's all. Three hours, and then it's over." "I know," I whispered back, the words feeling hollow.

Today was the seventh anniversary of the plane crash that took my twin sister, Chloe. My husband, Julian, checked the watch on his wrist and urged me on. “I’ve only blocked off ten minutes for this visit. Hurry up and lay the flowers.” He was a pathological stickler for time, meticulously managing every minute and second of his life. Shopping was sixty minutes, intimacy was fifteen minutes, and dinner was ten minutes… As he walked back to the car to grab an umbrella, his phone slipped from his hand, hit the ground, and lit up with a cloud calendar notification. It was his hidden master schedule for family. I stole a glance at it, and my blood instantly ran cold. The entry for me read, “