1 Minute Drama Book Novels & Stories

"If I had thought less of you, I wouldn't have helped you. To me, it doesn't matter if someone is poor or rich. We're all equals." However, she would not listen. She just kept laughing and saying I would be stuck here forever, suffering. … Lucia's words seemed to come true. At this point, I did not think I could ever get out. I did not know what to do. All I did was sit there, day in and day out. When I got unbearably bored, I counted sheep in my head. After three long days, a man showed up that night. He sneaked in through the window while the nurses were asleep and whisked me away in his car.

I said as she gave me a look, then she nodded her head. “Okay boss, whatever you like. Fifteen minutes.” “Thank you.” I said as I closed the door. Lydia wasn't in my office anymore and I didn’t waste a second. I grabbed my phone. My fingers moved faster than my thoughts, I went straight to the reading app and I saw Inked Heart heart The book loaded instantly, like it had been waiting for me. “The One I Was Never Meant to Love.” My chest tightened again. “Why does that title sound worse today?” I muttered.

“Rented it. There’s a small bookstore nearby, 5 yuan to get a card. You can borrow one book at a time as long as you return it next time.” Goselle shook the tiny book in her hands. It was only palm-sized, but the stories inside were surprisingly good. Each book contained two stories. If she finished filming this episode, she could just finish the book in time. “You didn’t say earlier? I want to read too!” “Sure! Whoever recommended it can get a card too. I’ll ask the bookstore owner for a kickback!” “Mia, you’re joining too!” I glanced at the cover. It showed a small couple hugging, and for some reason my eyelids twitched. My mind flashed back to last night, watching the stars with Kane on t

"Nubia. Sit down. Tell me everything. From the very beginning." We sit on my small couch. I tell her the whole story. The bus being late. Him speaking for the first time. The sketchbook. The drawing of me. The diner. The pie. The walk to the car. The ride home. Every detail. Every word I can remember. Amina listens without interrupting. This is rare for her. When I finish, she leans back and lets out a long breath. "Okay," she says. "I understand now." "Understand what?"

Fiona looked haggard, chasing a toddler through the crowd. They saw me. We locked eyes for a split second, but neither of us said a word. We were strangers now. Some things, once broken, can never be fixed. But as I walked toward my waiting car where Damian was waiting, I knew I had finally found my real happily ever after.

Do it your whole life, and you'll still just be a grunt. She pressed her lips together in front of the camera after applying her lipstick and gave a satisfied nod. Urgent footsteps pounded outside the command vehicle. A pale-faced communications officer yanked the door open. "Captain Hunter, the EOD team inside just failed their second attempt. Luther reports that the bomb's detonator has an anti-tamper chip, and their equipment can't read it. We've got 21 minutes left on the timer." "21 minutes?" I shot up from my chair, the handcuffs cutting into my wrists until they bled. "Let me go in there! I have the decryption key for that anti-tamper chip. It's on my phone!"

And oh, I had no idea how bad my burn is going to be. ************** MONDAY My eyes flickered from the book in my hand to the clock hanging on the wall across from me. I sucked into a deep breath of air and turned my attention back to my book. Three hours later and I repeated the same exact action, noticing that the time has only increased three freaking minutes.

Taking it, I settled down on one of the plush sofas, which somehow didn’t reek of dust, and began to read. Twenty minutes later, or so I thought, I heard Rachel’s voice. “Time’s up! We have to go!” I immediately protested. “But I’ve only been reading for twenty minutes!” I raised my brow as I observed my friends exchanging confused expressions, including Diana. “You’ve been reading that particular book for more than three hours, Dora,” Levina stated, staring at the book. The intensity of her gaze, mirrored by the others, made it clear they were curious about what had occupied my time, especially since it wasn’t a large volume.

answered Zero, which indirectly indicated that he didn't want to tell Zeva about his problem. "Wait, hold on. Are you asleep or not?" asked Zero. "Not yet," answered Zeva. "So you disappeared for those five hours and you didn't sleep, not even a minute?" Zero asked again. "No," answered Zeva. "So, what were you doing?" Zero asked again. "I cooked and enjoyed instant noodles, then kept watching Korean dramas," answered Zeva plainly. "Don't tell me that instant noodles are on your main dinner menu?" guessed Zero. "If it's a yes, so what?" Zeva asked back.

My Gangster Babysitter is the fourth book of the Love For The Wicked Series. This is a spinoff of Mrs. Martinelli, The Perfect Mafia Wife, and contains a few spoilers. Either way, this can be read as a stand-alone. Please don't forget to follow me on my lnstagram account Castiellj. . . ~Benny~ It felt like hours when in reality; it had only been five minutes. The clock was ticking. Shaving off the five minutes I’d been ogling this metal door, I only got twenty-five left before the guards swept the basement for their rounds.