11 Minutes Book Novels & Stories

Now he’s staring at it incredulously. “What?” “The Jeweled Path can’t be your favorite book.” He looks up from the paper. “Please tell me you’re joking.” “I’m not joking,” I say, nettled. “Have you read it? It’s brilliant.” “I wasted thirty valuable seconds of my life downloading it and skimming the first chapter.” He pulls a face. “I want those thirty seconds back.” “You obviously missed the point,” I say, offended. “It’s really insightful if you read it carefully.”

I pulled out the book that I needed and huffed when I felt the sudden weight of it in my arms. I placed the book back on my table, but the stupid book made a loud noise on the desk, and I winced in embarrassment. Thankfully nobody paid any attention to me. I spread out all my books and started engaging myself with the work for the next two hours. ----- I looked at my watch to see that I still had forty-five minutes left before the bust that I usually went in would make an appearance. I had finished most of the things that I was supposed to do for the day. I stretched myself out on the chair, my back hurting from bending over my books for so long.

POV: Jaxon I read it at 11:58. Two minutes early. Because I'd been watching the clock since ten and at 11:58 I couldn't wait anymore and I opened it with the particular braced quality of someone who'd seen the shape of the thing coming and was about to find out how bad the actual thing was. Not as bad as it could've been. Bad enough.

Or was it an old video, and had he left immediately after he won the case yesterday? Stop, Aria; don’t think of him. He doesn’t think of you, so how dare you think of him? Pff, time to sleep. - The next morning, Mother kept complaining about why I had no groceries in the kitchen, what I ate, and all. But it was soon 8am, and I had to finally publish my book; my gaze lingered on the clock. 7:59 One Two I kept counting the seconds, and when it was a few seconds to 8, I clicked the button, and my book was now live.

So I wanted to finish them as soon as possible. “You can go ahead, Mikan. I’ll just go to the library for a moment. I need to find a book,” I told her as we left the dining hall. She nods at me and waves goodbye. After she leaves, I quickly run towards the library. I glance down at the sports watch I’m wearing. It’s fifteen minutes before seven o‘clock. The library is still open until seven o‘clock in the evening. I hope I make it in time. When I arrive, the librarian greets me right away. I estimate that she’s around thirty years old. She’s wearing glasses, and her straight hair reaches her waist.

── I let her read for almost six minutes. I want to tell you why, because the six minutes were the most disciplined six minutes I had spent in my adult life. Every part of my body and every operational instinct I had developed across four years and twenty cases was telling me to speak immediately to take the moment, to close the silence, to deliver the sentence I had composed in the SUV on the way over from Brooklyn Heights. The six minutes were the cost of waiting until she had had the experience of reading the book in a public room without me being a part of the experience. The book deserved that.

Cassius said with a smirk, likely mistaking my gaze on the bookshelves as me restraining myself from browsing them. Despite not feeling as enthusiastic as he assumed, I still went for the books. I let my hands trail across the spine of the books, stopping on the thickest one. I carefully pulled it out, afraid to even scratch the cover. “That’s the novel section of the books. There’s really no title on the cover because it’s printed on the first page,” Cassius explained from his bean bag. I nodded at his explanation and opened the book. My heart nearly dropped upon reading the title. Was this just a coincidence? Written in an elegant font was ‘The Second Time Around: Chronicles of Ava Midgen’

"It will take us at least thirty minutes to get back home and they said at midnight. By the time we get home, it will be almost eleven then we would only have to wait an hour. There's something I need to check within that hour." Darius nodded his head. "I'll say goodbye to the ex beta then. The rest of you can wait here." Duke let out a sigh and relaxed into his seat while Dean nodded his head. Darius rose to his feet and walked away from their table. I held the books firmly, feeling the frame through the cloth bag. I couldn't wait to read the book and find out more about the soil feeders. Everything I desperately wanted to know was written inside the book and the impatience in me to read it

Twelve hours. That’s what the countdown clock says. Twelve hours until Aria arrives. Twelve hours until Evelyn’s ghosts try to kill us. I’m sitting in the penthouse study, surrounded by screens. But I’m not looking at security feeds. I’m looking at a blank page. "It needs a title," my publisher said yesterday over a secure line. She’s fast-tracked the book. The world wants to know the story of the woman who broke the internet and then married it.

“For nineteen minutes?” “Of course,” I reply confidently. “It must be a really special book since you keep reading it upside down.” I immediately check the book, and indeed I'm holding it upside down. “That's exactly why it took nineteen minutes,” I quickly defend. “I’m uhm… I'm trying to test out a new reading technique.” “Must you argue to the end even when you've been obviously caught? Just admit that you weren't reading the book,” Roxie demands. Not ready to back out, I continue the argument. “I will never admit a thing, I can even explain the book to you.”