10 Am Cest Novels & Stories

Daniel looked at it for a long moment, then pulled a pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on quickly before carefully lifting the file to examine it fully. "217," he read the number aloud, quietly. For a second he only frowned at it, the way anyone would at an odd note left by a dead man. Then Eliana watched something shift in his face — the frown resolving into something closer to alarm. "That's the same time," he said slowly. "Every call you've gotten. 2:17."

She grabbed her handbag from the bedroom and asked, “I’m heading to work now. When do you have to start your work?” Her question momentarily caught Cristofer off guard. He had been accustomed to working around the clock, often losing track of his regular work hours. “Uh... around half-past nine,” he replied, sounding somewhat hesitant. “Okay, there’s still some time,” Estelle replied as she hurried to the door, slipping into a pair of black high-heeled shoes. “Please take care of Yohan for a while. My mother should be back soon. You won’t be late.”

My heart beat a little faster. "Miss, are you okay?" Antoine asked with concern. "You look tense." "I'm fine." I shook my head. "Let's keep going." The moment I spoke, the doorbell rang. Urgent and piercing. Ding dong! Ding dong! Antoine frowned. "Who could that be so late?" It was 9 PM in Paris. Quite late. "I'll go check." Antoine pulled on a robe and walked to the door. "Wait—" A bad feeling washed over me.

“Hehe, about that… the contract’s gone,” “What?!” “If you don’t stop screaming, I’m hanging up! It’s too early for this!” Claire couldn’t help but yell back at her friend’s noise. “I said I’m sorry! But wait—how is it morning there? It should be 11 PM where you are since it’s 5 AM here in Paris. Don’t tell me you’re in Paris?!” Claire rolled her eyes at her friend’s endless chatter. She couldn’t even explain properly because Quinn kept interrupting.

"Yes, Carmen." * In the evening * Knock! Knock! Celeste quickly sat on the bed, her eyes heavy as she was sleeping. Rubbing them with the back of her hand, she yawned big while the words Carmen told her before replayed in her ears. "We have a settled time for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Only when Mr. Weston joins the table, can you join in. Do not walk around just as you want, if you want to go anywhere you can find me. Remember, you must never go to Mr. Weston's study room. After 10 pm, you cannot stay outside so be sure to abide by it."

He looked down at her, and a slow smile spread across his face. "Good morning," he said, his voice husky with sleep. "Good morning," Celine replied, smiling back at him. Alexander sat up and rubbed his eyes. "What time is it?" he asked. Celine glanced at the clock on the bedside table. "It's almost nine o'clock," she said. Alexander groaned. "I must have slept in. My mother and sister will be wondering where we are." Celine sat up too and smoothed her hair. "Do you want to take a shower first?" she asked.

I confirm. He goes to tell Gregor about dinner. I look at the courtyard. At Gregor and Lena, at the gate that was opened and stayed open, at the ground that holds. My phone buzzes. Celeste. A message, short, the specific brevity of someone who has made a decision and is reporting it rather than asking: I am coming Wednesday. I looked at the train schedule. The eleven forty arrives at one and Théo will be in school until three which means I arrive before him and I can see the compound without managing his welcome face, which I love but which requires a certain amount of energy. A pause. Is that all right.

"Uhh, what tіmе were we ѕuрроѕеd tо mееt Brу and Iѕаbеl?" "5." "It'ѕ 5:10." "Fuck!"

"You're lying, aren't you?" Xavier shook his head. "I don't use the public bathroom and I shower before it clocks 8:00, you're the only brave one here, but you'll stop being brave when one night it hums in your ears." Celeste took a step back, eyes fearsomely glancing around her. "The-then what time is it now?" Zillon looked down at the watch around his wrist. "It's 8:02." "8:02?" Slowly Celeste crept over to him, hanging onto his hand. "I-I...Xavier please."

He looked down at the note again and muttered. "I think I'm to call him at 3 am in the middle of the night. Since they are in Moscow they should be seven hours ahead of us," he said and looked at Cole. Cole nodded in confirmation. "I'm here for whatever you need," Cole said. Xavier nodded and got up.