1 Minute Drama Book Novels & Stories

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. My One and Only (The Youngers Book 4) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2019 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quot

She knew it was honest. The second book was seventy pages into its first draft. The chapter on the long middle was the hardest chapter and it was going slowly and she was not rushing it. The second book would take two years, probably. She had two years. She had more than two years — Petra was right, the room was large. Darius read the seventy pages in a single evening. He said: "The chapter on the long middle is the best thing you've written." "It is not finished," she said.

I thought about what anything could look like in four minutes when the right person was on the other end of the signal. I opened my book and started reading. And didn't take the bracelet off.

After a lot of thinking, she decided to read a book. She didn't have much of a collection, just a few she had been able to gather over the past years. She grabbed a book titled “Heart of Darkness.” It was a dark romance book. She lay on her bed, flipping through the pages of the book. Ivy grunted as her stomach grumbled for the countless times since she started reading. She checked the time, and it was some minutes past 11AM. “No wonder this stupid tummy won't stop growling,” she mumbled.

Exactly what I needed. I opened the book and checked the time. Just under two hours before my session—plenty, if I actually used it. That was the plan, anyway. I read the first sentence. Then the second. Then I realized I hadn’t taken in a single word of either. I rubbed my forehead and tried again. It didn’t work. My thoughts kept sliding back to what Bella had said earlier about Davin and a scandal that shattered his reputation. I forced my eyes back to the page. Read the same paragraph three times. And again, I understood none of it.

He has her head chopped off, and Vivanna's execution ends with the cheering fans as her people. I was among the cheering townspeople, I mean not physically but spiritually, that woman was god awful! But the most important scenes for me in the book were the sex scenes between Daisy and the first prince, as he is trying to win her love from the Knight. From their dialogues! To the intensity of craving each other, the author of the book, lets you see poor village girl Daisy get more than she had bargained for. He kept on rocking her world then forcing her to look at him so that she would remember her love for him. Of course, the prince hadn't bargained that Vivanna's former butler and one of he

Arva stared. Instantly the thick book was back in Noura's palm. "I put it in my hand." Noura realized one thing. Why is the process so long? Usually, it only takes a second. Now three seconds. Is there something wrong with her? Noura recently felt her strength weaken. Arva's permission to see the contents of the book. Noura just nodded with a tilted smile on her face. Arva opened from the first page to the last page, but all she saw was a blank sheet of paper. She also asked for an explanation from Noura.

I saved the file, backed it up, named it something so boring no thief would ever open it. Meeting_Minutes_131B. Boring is a skill. We were getting better at it. Outside, a hard winter sun pushed at the cloud cover like a shoulder through a crowd. I thought of Lena’s peppermint, of the way her voice didn’t break where it would have last week, of the small, precise movements that add up to a life not ruled by fear. The messenger had come for her one last time and found the wrong woman. I turned the page in my notebook. We had our words. Soon, they would have to live in the world. For now, they lived here, in this room, with our tired bodies and our handful of carefully sharpened mercies.

All because I ran one minute over in the bathroom, the company took away my $200,000 project bonus. My own boss criticized me in front of everyone, saying I was loafing on company time. Saying I had no respect for the new rule. So he docked my $200,000 project bonus to make an example of me. And in the same stroke, he wiped out my shot at the promotion entirely. I handed in my resignation on the spot. The next day, the CEO of the whole group came to me himself and begged me not to go.

That's in the past. But she couldn't help picking a book that dealt with finance. She touched the thick cover and breathed in its fragrance. She longed to to read the book, at least to kill time. She helped herself to one of the chairs and placed the thick book on the table. Soon she got so immersed in the book that she didn't even notice that Jack had been standing beside her for 3 minutes. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and cleared his throat. There was no reaction from Vanessa as she was in deep thoughts. 'This book is really good. It's a pity... a pity that I...' she was dragged back to reality when Jack knocked on the table twice.