11 Minutes Book Novels & Stories

Arian's pov I never thought a book club meeting could feel like a battlefield. Today, we are reading The Art of Forbidden by Linda Lively, and from the very moment I flipped through its pages, my face had been hot. The story is about a powerful president who was secretly in love with his male secretary, and if that wasn’t bold enough, the prose was filled with intimacy, longing, and heat. Naturally, everyone thought it would be for people to take turns reading aloud. But I wasn't really in the mood to read, not after what the police said to me.

Does their world have access to cures for something like this? Would she agree to go if they did? I don’t realize I have my eyes closed and I’m struggling to breath until I feel Westfall’s hand resting on my shoulder. “Keep yourself together.” I shake my head and shrug him off and stand there dumbly, waiting for Arthur to finally reach the ground. It takes him ten minutes, but the small, gnarled man eventually takes the book from me and sets to work. I slouch in a worn out leather armchair and pinch the bottle of whiskey between my knees and wait for what seems like an eternity.

This is the best part of psychology, the book we're reading was actually interesting but sometimes it just really hits me as they called the reading block. I looked at my watch and noticed that only 45 minutes had passed but I already had many chapters. I decided to go to Klirro’s shooting area to watch him act. I wasn't disappointed to see that the camera was rolled, he was wearing an unofficial soldier's uniform as their costume.

It was the time most people would walk out of the library and would go to the book racks to keep their books back. He went back to his table with head down sad after about 5 minutes. It was his turn but oh well. "20 minutes more baby, then there's nobody who can stop us" the text popped. I will not lie my pussy was already dripping wet from the previous little corner action and imagining him fucking my wet pussy making it worse. It was 8.15 pm. The guard announced closing time at 8.30 pm. People dispersed to keep their books back, some went to him to borrow or return books.

It is a short book and therefore it will not take much of your coins . I have another book "Ugly and insecure?' Signed , you can equally take a read about it. Thanks.

In a minute, I’m already lost in the world of ‘Ponyboy Curtis’, the book’s narrator. After a few hours, my phone chimes. I look up from my book and reach out for my phone. It’s a text from the unknown number, aka Lizzie. It reads: START GETTING READY FOR THE MOST ILLUMINATING NIGHT OF YOUR LIFE. :) I look at the time and it’s already 11:00 PM. Gosh, I spent so much time reading. I’m kind of hungry too. I text back but it keeps coming back as unsent so I place the phone down and take a quick shower.

Now humming an eerie tone that depicts his excitement to the information that he holds, the time is ticking fast as Reina’s words echo to his mind and remind him. “An hour, that’s the only time that I can give you. Read everything that you can and find clues that interest you in the game that you are all playing inside of this world. As each minute past, words will fade until they are all gone. With your life written as the first, followed by the next, and unto the life of the maiden.” With a sinister smile drawn unto his face. He flips the pages of the book as the two names caught his attention and read it intently in a whispering tone.

The child continued to cry even harder. Lei busied himself checking his belongings on his bag. After a while, he took the book he purchased online, the day before yesterday, intending to read the synopsis on the back. His flight back to his company this time takes approximately 15 hours of travel. For this reason, he especially made sure to take a book with him to pass the time.

After a few minutes, he called me, I told him to bring my books, my clothes, and some other things. He brought them to me, I carried them and put them in my room. I took that book from the box and sat down on the bed. I opened the book and started reading it. It took 3 hours to complete that book, it was a beautiful love story I loved it. When I closed it, A letter slipped from it. I opened it, it was the same letter which was kept inside the gift that day. I brushed my fingers over the letters L.F I quickly recognized them.

Then Kevin took the book and opened it. For no reason, Kevin smiled thinly as he looked at the book, "now I'm the one to say thank you to you" Kevin muttered to himself. Kevin started reading the Indonesian History book. It took Kevin 25 minutes to read the book until it finished. When finished, Kevin got up from his seat.