10 Am Cest Novels & Stories

If Sebastian made even the slightest mistake, he would end up in big trouble! "Okay, I'll take the bet. I just hope you won't go back on your word when the time comes," Sebastian said, smiling slightly. "Alright!" Cedric grinned maliciously and nodded as he said, "Tomorrow, 10:00 am at Greendrake Town. It's ten miles away from here. I hope you won't be late." Cedric threw back his head in laughter as he walked out of the crowd.

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!”

Louis greeted me with one of his ravishing smiles, his eyes hidden behind his black ray-bans. "Good morning,” I murmured glancing sideways at the dark jeans and long-sleeved white shirt he was wearing, and put on my own glasses. "Someone is not in a good mood,” he said without losing his smile as he started after I buckled up. "It's a pity, I woke up wonderfully." "Surely because you slept more than five hours,” I said, watching him pass the street where Matt's bar and offices were located, "Where are we going? It was there.”

She sat on the bed, her back leaned comfortably against the headboard. She and Jesse had just finished dinner, and that ribeye he cooked was incredibly good. She just came off from the shower, and was feeling really refreshed. Jesse was in the living room, having a conference call with Aperture's Artist and Repertoire manager from their Los Angeles office. He missed work that day, and it was important that he finish this video call for a deadline. It was real tedious, since there was a schedule for all conference calls between their LA and New York offices, due to the three-hour time difference. It was already a quarter past 7PM in New York, the sky was already dark and dotted with stars. Wh

Léon's POV "Léon, Estelle and Adrien don't want to eat without you!", Rebecca called from the kitchen. I glanced back to the dining room and smiled at my two little monkeys as they raised their children's cutlery at me. "I'll be there in a minute!", I promised them. I quickly sent Michaël a text message after his sudden call. It was 6:30 am in Avignon, which meant it must be 12:30 pm in New York. Mother had been there early for her standards.

Seras’s eyes went anime-wide. “Hontou ni?!” Keiko smiled. “Pack your haori. And the pendant.” 8:30 a.m. – School parking lot We met under the flagpole. Julian leaned against a blacked-out SUV, keys dangling. “Charter leaves Thursday, 11:55 p.m. Bucharest touch-down 6:00 a.m. local. Drive to Morau Cluj—three hours.” Remy tossed me a duffel. “Coyote-proof luggage.”

At the conference room, Ishmael started the zoom meeting and Kashmir's face appeared on the big smart tv in the conference room. As Amaro gazed up at her face, he had a giddy feeling. "Good afternoon, Ms. Kashmir." Ishmael greets Kashmir. "It' s 9 o' clock in the evening here sir and good afternoon to you Sir Ishmael and Mr. Khan." She smiled. "So it's evening there?" Ishmael was surprised by her answer. "We are ahead by 4 hrs, so your time there is 5 in the afternoon" Amaro was intently looking at her face. He was so stunned to say anything.

As he finished Daniels came into the barracks. “Heya there you are!.” He seemed happy to see Zane. “Yeah, just about to finish the laundry. What’s up?” “You’re going on patrol tomorrow morning. In 10 hundred hours, be ready.” He stated. “So soon?” Zane was very surprised. “Yeah it’s just a city patrol so you should be fine. There has been no sign of Pales lately.” “What is ten hundred hours?” Zane asked. “Standard military time. It’s about ten o’clock AM.” Daniels told him.

The message from Rae came through at 6:42 AM. “Lower Level 4. Conference 9. Chayse will be there at 7:15. Don’t be late.” No subject. No hello. Just coordinates and a name. Noah stared at the screen for a long moment, coffee still hot in his hand, before locking the device and turning back toward the window. The sky was brightening, but the color was off — a gauzy, filtered hue that didn’t belong to any honest hour of the day. The kind of light that made the city look like a render. Pretty, but not real.

Cursing inside, I paced back and forth inside the suite, constantly looking at the time. Geneva is nine hours ahead of L.A. It's 6:00 AM here in Geneva, but it would still be 9:00 PM back in L.A. With no other thing to do, I sat on the couch, my gaze fixated on the tall apartment building through the floor-to-ceiling window. Knowing I had to wait nine hours before hearing from my assistant, my anxiousness increased by the minutes. Jake should have gone to sleep already, or maybe the results are not out yet.