10 Am Cest Novels & Stories

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."

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.

Wensly added. "Of course mom, this is an international competition after all. We'll leave the day after tomorrow. I'll be preparing now." Celeste rebutted and walked away from her mother. Clive called Celeste in the the night before departure to remind her their flight details. "Hi! We'll be leaving at exactly 11 in the morning. We should be in the airport by seven o'clock. See you there." Clive stated concisely and dropped the call immediately. He was actually afraid that Wensly is beside Celeste during his call.

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.

Nae felt Azrael enjoying toying with her. They left Bucharest quarter to 7 pm, Austria is an hour behind Romania, making here a quarter to 6, but the clouds are already dark and the city lights started to illuminate the streets, “Where do we start?” Azrael said and walk past Nae to a crowded part of the park where people were riding a rental bikes.

"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."

“Where are you right now, Estel?” Estel yawns and I hear it in full force on the other side of the line. It’s 9pm in the city and I’m out, in a mall, in a shopping outlet, trying to shop for clothes while trying not to feel like I don’t belong here.

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.