1 Minute Drama Book Novels & Stories

"It will take us at least thirty minutes to get back home and they said at midnight. By the time we get home, it will be almost eleven then we would only have to wait an hour. There's something I need to check within that hour." Darius nodded his head. "I'll say goodbye to the ex beta then. The rest of you can wait here." Duke let out a sigh and relaxed into his seat while Dean nodded his head. Darius rose to his feet and walked away from their table. I held the books firmly, feeling the frame through the cloth bag. I couldn't wait to read the book and find out more about the soil feeders. Everything I desperately wanted to know was written inside the book and the impatience in me to read it

"That is always how it starts." Luna moved closer despite herself. Beyond the opening was a narrow chamber. Unlike everything else they had discovered, it contained almost nothing. A stone table stood in the center. Something rested on it. A book. Luna sighed. Darius looked at her. "Absolutely not." "It's a book." "The last book we opened released thousands of forgotten people and several memory-eating creatures." "That was technically the building." "I'm not interested in technical distinctions."

I say as I taunt him. "Fine go ahead." Rudra says as he stops chasing with different glint in his eyes. There is something wrong here. What the hell does this book consists anyway? It is so slim so it must has only almost fifteen to twenty pages maybe. I look at Rudra as I open the book from middle. But when I look down at the book I am rooted to my spot like a statue. "So my dear wife thought to tease me. So tell me dear should we try this position." Rudra says as he takes the book from my hand to show me the page I opened.

ELARA'S POV Monday I started a new book. Not planning. Not outlining. Just the opening question written at the top of a clean document and then the first paragraph beneath it, finding its way forward from that single line. I wrote for two hours before I looked up. Damien had left for the office at eight-thirty and the apartment was in its daytime quiet and outside the March morning was doing its grey patient thing and I'd been completely elsewhere for two hours without noticing the time pass.

The book is a mini short novel with just 70 chapters but yeah, it was worth reading. [ Curious about the book Stella read? , Check out my book Titled, A CRUSH on Good novel, it has only seven chapters currently so..., * Wink * ] As I finished reading, I didn't feel bored again, I now felt better. Soon, A song titled only love By Jordan Smith Started playing. How many more are we gonna take? How many nights do we have to lie awake? How many tears are we gonna cry? We can wish until the well runs dry?

I sighed as I picked a random show and laid down on my stomach, snatching a pillow and placing it below my elbows before resting my head. I grunted as I paused the show immediately, knowing it wouldn't catch even the slightest of my interest. I continued to scroll through the movie options, deciding to choose one that would at least keep me awake. Eventually, a show called "Too Hot To Handle" caught my eye. I pressed "ok" as I threw the remote to the side, watching the show halfheartedly. For its big size, this place was pretty damn boring. • • •

The bookstore café was tucked into a quiet corner of the city, all warm amber lighting and tall wooden shelves that smelled of paper and aged ink. A small jazz trio played softly in the back. Selena sat in a worn leather armchair near the window, a half-finished latte cooling beside her. Alexander leaned forward in the chair across from her, gesturing at the open architecture book between them. “You know, you smile before you argue with people,” he said, eyes crinkling at the corners.

She finishes the second book in September. Three and a half years from the six pages in the thirteenth notebook to the final chapter, which she writes in a single sitting on a Saturday morning when the twins are at Rosa's and Clara is at school and Ethan is at the Cole Partners office and the Gràcia apartment is, briefly, entirely hers. The book is called The Brief for the Second Life: How Real Things Move Between People.

The pages turned themselves, faster, a blur of images: Elena, five years old, watching Javier sign the loan, her tiny hand on his sleeve. Sofia, hiding chemo bags in the restaurant’s freezer, tears in her eyes. Marco, twelve, hacking the city’s traffic lights to keep the power on. Me, proposing by the East River, lying when I said no more wagers. The book laughed, a sound that wasn’t sound but pressure, a weight on my heart. The alley shifted. The rubble became the Hamptons mansion’s marble floor, the smoke the gala’s chandeliers, the ash the warehouse’s crater. We were inside the book, the pages walls, the words chains.

Rosemary’s Pov “I will eat later…” I say softly , offering him a smile. He exchanges a look with Xavier , but I do not stay for the lectures that I know is coming. Instead I walk to the entrance and sit on the floor in a crossed legged position – my eyes fixated on the fiery red flames that almost touches the sky. I sit out there for a while , enjoying the peace of being alone. At this moment , all I ever want is to be alone. I would often feel my stomach kick me with hunger , as my nose smelt the food that was cooking but I easily turned my attention back to the burning kingdom.