1000 Hours Outside Book Novels & Stories

Now is a really good time since I'm alone and not expecting any visitors. I really can't explain just how time flies. I've been reading the book and I'm on CHAPTER thirty-five. It just feels like I read chapter one five seconds ago. But now it's almost 5 pm. I take my phone under the pillow taking a little bit of a break from the book. I get all these messages and missed calls from Bruna telling me to get online. This doesn't sound good.

Alpha Anton P.O.V "497, 498, 499, 500," I counted breathless as I completed my 500 pushes up for the day. I sat done taking a rest. My evening exercise was completed for the day until tomorrow I begin again. That was my life. Exercising for 4 hours in the morning and 6 hours in the evening. I had nothing else to do anyway after seeing that my pack was fine and everyone was safe within my land, Burnesfield.

Still as miserable as I was, I could feel it through our connection. The bond pulsed. Ached. Pulled. I shoved my books aside and grabbed my laptop instead. Maybe I could at least catch up on some reading for English class. We were supposed to finish three chapters by Friday. I opened the digital textbook and stared at the first page. Read the same sentence five times without absorbing a single word. Finally gave up and closed the laptop. Three hundred and twelve more hours. The number felt impossible. Insurmountable. Like trying to count grains of sand on a beach.

The heaviness in her chest eased even if only for a little while She set her phone aside. Cracked her fingers. Opened the first module again. "One page at a time." She whispered the words to herself. Then finally she began reading. Hours passed. One module became two. Two became three. She highlighted definitions and solved a few problems. Watched a thirty-minute lecture that somehow turned into an hour because she kept rewinding the difficult parts. Little by little, the sun disappeared completely. Darkness settled outside her window the desk lamp became the only source of light inside the room.

~Rhett~ I lie on the bed with my face positioned to the ceilings. I've been locked in this room for thirty-six hours. Man, what did I even do? I've counted the ceilings. I've read five books, none of which I finished. I've been tempted to fall off the balcony, to my death. I've watched the winter, which is no fun because of the immense cold, and I have no clothes fit for the weather.

I took five steps before I dropped the book. “Start again.” Charles ordered as I walked back to where I started from. I replaced the book and exhaled trying to focus on this task. I can do this. This should not be overly complicated… I took eight steps and the book slid off. “Again.” Charles repeated from the other side of the room. I walked back to the door, putting the book back on my head. I carefully took eleven steps and the book slid off my head. This went on for the next two hours. “If you can make it twenty steps without dropping the book, I will let you take a break.” I nodded quietly and kept trying. I need a break from life not just this lesson. After two more hours, the most I wa

Curse who made that posture! I think I came down the stairs almost a hundred times right now and ladies and gentlemen, it is 2:00 pm in the afternoon. It has been almost eight hours since I started balancing this book in my head. I also fell down the stairs almost five times as I was chasing the books in my head.

DARKEST HOURS CHAPTER ONE JOHN PAUL'S POV ________________________________________________ The sun was extremely at it brightest today and the chirping of the birds could be heard, not too far away . It was just like another day in the life of the famous John paul cooper . I had wristwatches worth millions, a private jet to whatever island or country i want to travel to and most importantly chains of businesses around the globe . My phone was buzzing and i had to see who was calling and that was my secretary Penelope.

Getting away from said dodgy situation, my stats speak for themselves. Evading capture is something you only get good at with practice, and while I didn’t know exactly how much time I’d spent on the run, I had to be close to my 10,000 hours. Admittedly, this situation, with an army of human-sized rats ready to limit my freedom in a range of unpleasant ways, wasn’t looking good. I wasn’t armed, didn’t have a clear escape route, and only had an incompetent assassin and a rebellious teenager to help me, which was no help at all.

I do not recommend dying of boredom to anyone. So a whole week passed, in which my only contact with the outside world was Blue Eyes Mike, with whom I always had the same insubstantial conversations that at least served to make sure that I was not a zombie apocalypse and was the only survivor. Something was something. The positive side is that I read almost half a bookshelf. As I had no other entertainment, I almost drank the books that were within my reach. I didn't care what they were about, the point was to keep my mind busy. Every day I tried to read in a different place so as not to fall into monotony (if that can be called breaking the routine). I ate at the same time and bathed every