Novel & Cerita 10 Am Cest

I rubbed my eyes and tired to clear my bury vision from last night… “Ahhh…. yes… yes my ad shoot, ‘Westler heels’…. ahh can you tell me when is it exactly?” “3.00 pm ma’am” Amy responded and I checked my phone “Shit….” I cursed and saw it was already 02.10 pm now… “Am… am on my way, I’ll be there in half an hour…” I replied and hurriedly disconnect my call and ran towards my bed room on first floor and simultaneous got rid of my all clothing….

Oh my God, is it almost noon? She quickly reached for her phone to look at the watch. Oh, fuck! It was 11.45 a.m They should have started working at 9.30 a.m! “Oh my God, we're late!” Shouted Jeanne hysterically while jumping out of the bed. Luckily, Aaron managed to catch her and snuggled her into his muscular arms. “Oh, Aaron! We're supposed to start the vineyard tour this morning!” Said Jeanne while struggling to get out of his arms.

Tommy said over the phone. “Yes we are ready,just text me when you are outside.” Mirabel said smiling at Cercei then she hung up. “What’s the time?” Cercei asked inquisitively, trying to peep through Mirabel's phone. “8:30am, we’re right on time.” Mirabel said cheerfully. “Yes!!” Cercei said as she waved her two hands in the air and moved gently on the bed. “He’s here, let’s go babe.” Mirabel said as her phone vibrated and she checked the text immediately from the notification bar.

What I do with those variables is map them the way I map everything. Céleste finishes the household orientation and looks at me with that flat, assessing gaze. She tells me—in French—that the commandant takes his meals at seven in the morning and seven in the evening, and prefers them prepared and on the table at exactly those times, not before and not after. He takes coffee at five in the morning alone and doesn't require assistance with it. He works in the administrative office from six until the facility day begins, and from the end of the facility day until he chooses to stop, which varies. "Compris?" she says. (Understood?)

Armand and I look each other in the front mirror suspiciously. “Daddy, papa, I want food, I’m starving. Can we have a drive threw?” TJ told us. I almost misinterpret what TJ said earlier which the reason why Armand and I looked each other. But I guess he didn’t hear what we are talking about since TJ is listening music. “TJ, Kaegal might be late for his work,” Armand replied to TJ. “No, my work is 11am and it’s just 10:09. We’re almost there and we will arrived 15 in minutes. So we still have time to take orders,” I said while pinching softly TJ’s cheek.

Author's note: Henceforth, updates will be at 11:30 am (UTC + 01:00), so let's always make it a date. Don't forget always to drop your thoughts and comments. It makes me happy knowing what you think each time. More engagements attract extra chapters daily at 10 pm (UTC+01:00). #winks.

Because grief speaks a language only the broken understand. “Maybe you can help heal each other,” replied Cece softly. I looked at Zane. “What time do you start training in the morning?” “Four am,” he said, like it was the most reasonable hour in the world. “Okay. I’ll be there,” I told him. The look of shock on his face was comical—eyebrows nearly in his hairline, mouth half-open like I’d just declared I was running for president. “You want to train?”

The only one who was doing what they were supposed to was Caitiebear. She was already dressed and ready, but her reasons for that shit was annoying. She was on the phone at six o damn clock in the morning. "Morning daddy." She smiled at the look on my face and came forward to kiss my cheek. She's her mother's kid, knows how to play me. Cody started his crying shit and I went to see to him because Kat's pregnant ass wasn't moving before eight or nine. "Daddy." "I already told you I'll take care of it Catalina."

By the time he finished cleaning up the mess, it was after ten. Cassian collapsed into his stone chair, leaning his head back with his eyes closed. "What time is it?" he asked Humphrey. "10:30, Alpha Cassian." "Get the car. We're going to the Moonlight Altar." Humphrey couldn't help but chime in. "Alpha Cassian, it's peak morning traffic. It'll take at least fifty minutes to get across town. The Priestess takes a break at noon and the Altar closes for a few hours. Should I tell Luna Trista to meet you in the afternoon instead?"

I say. She looks at me. "I wasn't—" she starts. "Yes you were," I say. She looks at the counter. Then back at me. The corner of her mouth—the small movement that is the closest Celeste Laurent comes to a smile she doesn't want to admit to. "Fine," she says. "Yes." On a Thursday evening in late November, in a penthouse in Paris, we have Thanksgiving.