The Hours Novels & Stories

His expression stayed neutral as he spoke. "What do you want Miss Walker?" I didn't miss the edge in his voice as he spoke. "To speak to you" "Office hours are by four. And if you need anything, I'm to be informed on time" I shrugged slightly. "Sorry about that. Since I'm already here, then we can just..." "What do you want?" He gritted his teeth, cutting me off. "I already told you. To talk to you" "What about" "Last night..." his sharp intake of breath filled the office space. His eyes blazed hotly as he glared at me.

I could hear him muttering about suture sizes through the open door. I finished my notes, handed off the supervisory duties to my day-shift veterinarian, and officially clocked out at eight. Twelve hours on my feet had left me desperate for a hot shower, clean clothes, and breakfast that didn’t come out of a vending machine. Fortunately, Antonio had promised to handle the third item.

The sudden outburst forced a wet, painful cough from my lungs, making the monitors beside my head spike and beep frantically. She sighed heavily, stepping back a couple of inches from the bedside to give me some space. "Thirty hours." "Thirty fucking hours!" I slammed my hand down against the metal rail, the loud bang echoing through the small room. I was not happy about this at all. Thirty hours was a long lifetime in our line of work. Thirty hours meant the tire tracks were gone, the shell casings were swept up, and the trail was completely cold. It meant whoever took Ortensia had a massive head start to cross state lines or hide her deep underground.

Both his expression and voice darkened. "I have to say eight hours." "What!?" He said nothing as she looked at him in shocked horror Eight hours. Eight horrific hours in pain. . .sounded like labour. Oh god no, three to five I can do- Shit I did. But eight is something I don't think I want to go through. What will happen between that time? Does this mean that everything he just said during the shift will happen slowly and painfully slowly and if dragging it out? What about after?

"Yes, Clara?" "Do you remember the night you died?" A pause. Then another. The AI processed longer than usual. "I remember preparing for a meeting." Clara leaned forward. "What meeting?" "I cannot provide details." Of course. Another wall. Another restriction. She sighed. "What happened after the meeting?" Again the pause. The AI stared forward. Its expression unchanged. Then it answered. "I lost four hours." Clara froze. "What?" "I lost four hours." The words sent a chill down her spine.

DARKEST HOURS CHAPTER ONE JOHN PAUL'S POV ________________________________________________ The sun was extremely at it brightest today and the chirping of the birds could be heard, not too far away . It was just like another day in the life of the famous John paul cooper . I had wristwatches worth millions, a private jet to whatever island or country i want to travel to and most importantly chains of businesses around the globe . My phone was buzzing and i had to see who was calling and that was my secretary Penelope.

They got up in the morning , and headed towards their destination. It was going to take them approximately 2 hours .Hoor was enjoying the journey, the roads so beautiful with greenery all around . When they reached tolipir .A lot of other tourists were also looking around .Hoor was enjoying every second of the exploring . The smile wasn't leaving her face. Hoor was looking at the beautiful scenery infront of her, the river flowing down below, the water looking so clear, the trees covering the slope of hills .

They were doing me a favor. “Our business hours are eleven o'clock in the morning to seven in the evening. That will all be known to you when you start booking appointments for us.” Chase added. “Honestly, I don't think you would need to be here for the full eight hours a day without getting bored. With what we will have you doing, I think one to seven work best for you.” Joyce said and her brother looked at her and my brother then to me. “Unless you need the hours for money, if not, she is right. You don't need to be here that whole time.” He agreed with her and my brother nodded.

with as much sass as possible. He snorted and said "Be ready babe, your 48 hours starts at 8 tomorrow! I hope you are all set to have a wild time" I could feel him smirking before the line got disconnected. Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? phew! I asked myself while getting out of the store and fanning my face. I couldn't stop my giddiness now. I can't wait for tomorrow!

André glared at the doctor, and he fidgeted a little. “Thirty hours” The doctor gave a nervous nod. “Yes, Alpha.” “Well then, your time starts now…”