10 Am Cest Novels & Stories

Marcel asks while preparing a cup of coffee, Id almost forgotten, I tell Marcel that I will have a look on the map and come back to him with an answer within the hour then I go back into my room and shut the door. I get my phone out and add Carlos number into it, I had quickly written it down the night before so to add it to my contacts, that way I wouldn’t have to sneak into Marcels phone, then I find Entrevennes on the map. The closest ferry from here to Entrevennes is from Annaba to Marseille, that would take me and Marcel roughly a 6 hour drive.

he appreciated her. “Consider it as nothing, my dear.” They released each other and he spoke, “I will visit the organization but I don't know the time I should go there.” “He said ten zero, zero hours.” “What does that mean?” “That is 10 AM.” “Oh. I should have known that. I will go there before going to the construction company.” “It's all right,” she accepted and helped him to sort out the clothes he would put on the next day. The Next Day - At Laura's House

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Now that they were in Francisco and sleeping together, she realised that Leo would talk to Damon on the phone every night. There was a six-hour time difference between Francisco and Carlino. When Damon called at 8 p.m. Francisco time, it was already early morning in Carlino. "When I used to live at the Bishop residence, Dad would call me every night at 8 p.m. He probably thinks I'm used to this time, so he insists on calling at this time even if he has to stay up late." Leo explained. He was clearly moved. Celeste tried to focus on her tasks and not listen to the father-son conversation. However, she couldn't help but catch a word or two.

Relaxing his shoulders, Cesar took a long sip of his steaming black coffee then settled back on his wooden seat . He absentmindedly flipped through the newspaper pages hopping to find something interesting. He settled on a page in the business section that seemed worth his while. Cesar had always had an everyday routine that he followed strictly. Wake up at 4.00 am, workout in the gym for two hours, take a shower then head to the office. Breakfast at home was optional. Depended on whether he was in the mood to whip something up or not.

I didn’t know who I was more worried about, the pups or the Alpha heirs. “Yeah, everything is packed and ready. I just need to get my finished accessories from my workshop before we leave.” I turn off the shower, and Amelie is leaning on the counter. “What time are we leaving again?” “Ten AM. Why?” I towel myself off. “I think I need to finish something I’ve been working on.” She gives me a half-smile, but there’s mischief in her eyes.

He was leaning so far forward in his chair, I could imagine it toppling over and knocking him into the table. “Yeah,” I assured him. “It was at 7:00 AM.” My sister was puzzled, so I clarified. “Our time. So 6:00 AM Central time. Every six hours?” “Oh, yeah. We are in the Eastern time zone.” Cadence shook her head. I could tell she was exhausted and not thinking as clearly as usual. “Okay, so....” “So if he actually got that, we should hear back at 6:00 PM.” I took a deep breath, praying that would actually be the case—that I would hear from my boyfriend in six hours, hopefully less, though that would make no sense whatsoever.

Theodore said. “Chantel will be okay,” I assured him. “When do you think it will be appropriate to leave?” Theodore asked. “Is it morning or evening?” I asked because the curtain in the room was black and thick, which stopped rays of light from penetrating into the room. “It is almost nine o'clock PM,” Chantel replied. “We can't go today again, except we are not far from the Citadel,” I said, hoping to get the distance from them. “We are a solid two hours away from the Citadel,” Theodore said.

I didn’t realise when I dozed off as well, but by the time my eyes were opened, we were already at our destination. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Paris! The local time is 3:45 PM, and the weather is sunny with a temperature of 18°C. We will be taxiing to the gate shortly, so please remain seated with your seatbelts fastened until the seatbelt sign is turned off. On behalf of Air France and the entire crew, we thank you for flying with us. Enjoy your stay in the City of Light, or have a smooth journey to your final destination. Merci et bon voyage!" Upon getting to the lodge, everyone bowed their head to me.

To the four friends, they know that if they make a mistake, a life could be lost. Francois looks at the clock and it’s quarter to eight. “Breakfast is served at 800hrs.” Everyone stretched themselves. Carl looks at Francois. “You already had your shower, didn’t you?” Francois nods. “Typical Francois, everyone is rushing and all tense while you managed to have your shower got dressed while I’m still in my pajamas!”