Novel & Cerita 11 Minutes Book

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.

the list goes on. "I'll leave you with some time to read it. Have you already eaten?" she asked. "Yes and thanks again," I said and she smiled warmly before leaving the room. I put my pyjamas on and got to work on the book. There were a few eye-widening moments (the delivery chapter is pretty detailed) and after reading just two chapters I realised the extent of how much I didn't know. After I had been reading the book for over five hours and it was way past midnight, my phone buzzed. I had received a text from Leo.

_Barely_ _Just finished a book_ The three dots appear instantly. He was waiting. _Which one_ Elma looks at the paperback on her bed. The spine is cracked wrong from how fast she read it. _The God of Small Things_. She bought it last week because the cover was blue and she was tired of grey. _The one I bought last week_ _Took me one day_ Another pause. Longer this time. Then: _That is a record for you_ _You used to read one chapter a month_

ELARA'S POV Monday I started a new book. Not planning. Not outlining. Just the opening question written at the top of a clean document and then the first paragraph beneath it, finding its way forward from that single line. I wrote for two hours before I looked up. Damien had left for the office at eight-thirty and the apartment was in its daytime quiet and outside the March morning was doing its grey patient thing and I'd been completely elsewhere for two hours without noticing the time pass.

I looked at the top of the book and saw the title. Tom Sawyer. He gave me Adventures Of Tom Sawyer to read. I never knew mafia lords read books. I read two pages and slammed the book shut.This is crazy. Why was I thinking of him? I glanced around and saw a clock, old but working. 11.57 pm. Before I had time to think of something else,the door exploded open.

she began to go on, “not a surprise since she’d always say her kind of paradise would be a library.” “So if you want, you can go upstairs to read that book you’re holding,” said someone beside me, her voice soft and light like a caress of a feather. I craned my neck to see a woman with unruly hair as red as blood and bright blue eyes, pointing her index finger up. “Only for a maximum of three hours for one book. Once the time is up, we will begin to charge you ten lums per hour," she told me with a set face.

It was a very large building,the walls were decorated with diamonds ,the ceiling itself was another sight to behold. Pooja suddenly slapped my head. "Ouch,what was that for?" "Are you here to admire this place or find a book?" I blinked. "That's right" Pooja walked on. "By this time,the librarian is always asleep by this hour,she sleeps for an hour or forty minutes. The guards at the entrance will be away for the next forty minutes, approximately we have only forty minutes to find this book and slip back out the way we came" I looked at her. "How do you know all this"

I may smile with them ass I hear their word of praises, I still can’t put myself into believing what they are saying. I exhale once again before looking around the area when people seem to come and go inside the library. I check the time and it’s still eleven in the morning and I am sure—Damian’s class did not end still. I turn back around to continue flipping the book’s pages. **

“Yeah. You’ll need this for your book anyway, right?” My breath caught between relief and emotion. “Thank you ” Liam smiled faintly, then looked at the book in my hands. “Let’s get lunch now.” I blinked quickly and checked the watch on my wrist. My eyes widened. “Oh my God it’s almost one.” I couldn’t believe how fast time had passed. It felt like I’d only entered the library ten minutes ago. Liam stepped closer, gathered the few books he was holding, and walked toward the counter. I followed behind him, carrying the beautiful-covered book, afraid that if I let go, it might disappear.

“I’m actually free this evening.” “Then so am I.” “I’m staying at the Lion’s Paw Inn.” He motioned his head toward the street. “Would you like to meet me at nine o’clock this evening?” “Yes, I would.” William’s heartbeat quickened with excitement. “I shall see you then.”