We Were Running Out Of Time Novels & Stories

And as I head back towards the others, one thing pounds through my mind louder than the hammering and the laughter. They are coming. And we are running out of time.

No time for detours. Then the remarks. Short. Repeatable. Thirty seconds of soundbite. Enough to satisfy the board, the press, and the audience. Nothing that required memory, nothing that demanded effort she couldn’t give. Another ping. Marlowe. “Clock is running.” I didn’t need the reminder. I checked the time. Delay meant the window closed. The longer we waited, the deeper the story metastasized. Power slipping. Control eroding. I straightened my sleeves. Ran through sequences, fallback plans.

Their wooden fingers tapped on the floor. We were out of time. The plan had failed, the secrets were still locked away, and the monsters were coming to kill us.

That would put him in so much trouble. By the time we got to the car, it was already 7pm and my phone rang. It was Mr King. “Sir? Do you need something?" “Yes, I need you to be on time for the event. Where are you?" He was raising his voice a little and I was sure Joshua and Olivia could hear him. How do I tell him that we just left the boutique and we were going to be late? “Sir, there was a holdup somewhere and we're going to be a tad bit late."

This wasn't how the escape from crazy pack plan was supposed to go, but there wasn't any sense in dwelling on it now. Time was ticking by slowly, the sound of a boat motor behind me hit my ears. He must be on his way out there to pick up them up from the ship. I was running out of time and I knew I had to move quickly. This wasn't going to be easy or maybe even work but it was all I had left to play.

I needed to get out of here before I did something stupid. "We should probably wrap this up," I announced, checking my watch. It was already past eight, later than I'd intended to stay. "It's getting late." "Already?" Cassandra glanced at her own phone, surprise crossing her face. "Wow, time really flew. I guess we should head out then." We gathered our things, I paid the tab despite Cassandra's halfhearted protest about splitting it. As we stood to leave, the sound of rain hitting the windows made us both pause.

They had clearly panicked because Zaire was unreachable and without telling them the truth, they had just lied that there were no issues with the preparation to get some more time at hand. "By what? When did you reschedule the display to?" "T-tomorrow," Jameson choked out, depicting this idea was his, that's why he was that reluctant to speak out. Zaire ran a hand on his face, pushing his hair back, clearly thrown to despair. They didn't even have 3 days to fix it anymore, they had 12 hours approximately. It was impossible, Ember could feel the same despair coursing through her viens.

It was coming closer now, and the panic was real. I had no idea what was going on back at Fernando’s mansion, but one thing was clear—we were running out of time.

Somewhere far above us, the sky flickered. I squinted up. The bruised clouds overhead dimmed a shade, the ambient glow bleeding out of them. At the horizon, faint and ghostly, a HUD‑style timer flickered into existence: **05:59:59** It ticked down one second. Another. Nightfall. The city had given us our time limit. “Great,” I muttered. “Speedrun mode.” The timer’s faint glow painted the broken glass and twisted metal in sickly light. Jax followed my gaze, lips tightening. “Guess the devs don’t like camping,” he said. “We’d better move.”

My eyes widened in alarm as I took in the scene. "Holy shit... what do we do now?" I trailed off, feeling a sense of panic rising up. I looked at Lucas, who was rubbing his hair in frustration. Turning to Alex, I asked, "What time is it?" He checked his watch and replied, "We have less than ten minutes to get to court." My anxiety spiked as I realized We were running out of time.