12 Minutes To Midnight Book Novels & Stories

"Seven tomorrow morning." Dom looked at the clock. 4:17 PM. "Fourteen hours and forty-three minutes," he said. "Yes." He was quiet for a moment — running it, the same calculation she'd watched him run all day, the board he never stopped turning. Then he looked at Ash. "Move the drop window. I want everything staged and ready by eleven. We release at midnight." "That's six hours to finalize the package," Ash said. "Then we work fast," Dom said.

Silence detonated through the underground facility. Lucian checked the countdown immediately. Then I froze. “T-minus 24 hours.” And just like that humanity accelerated toward a decision the stars themselves were watching. Cliffhanger.

"Please retrieve the data." My eyes remained locked on the book as the timeline ticked dangerously close to his scheduled departure. The minutes dragged by like hours in the dim red tactical light. The digital clock finally registered exactly 20:30 hours. Suddenly, the heavy mahogany back-panel of the wardrobe slid open in complete, chilling, mechanical silence. A large, pale hand shot out from the dark, architectural void. With lightning speed, the fingers snatched the poetry book directly off my pillow. "Rocco," I whispered, scrambling off the bed and rushing toward the closet.

Chapter 28 The clock on the wall of the private study read exactly midnight. The rest of the grand executive tower was completely dark, wrapped in the freezing silence of a late-night rainstorm. I stood before the central iron bookshelf, the soft white dusting cloth held loosely in my fingers.

The dark. I thought about thirty-six hours and what they were and what they contained, and the first evening of them, and the dinner and the wine and the story about fifteen years ago, and the library and the lamplight and the two hours of adjacent silence. I thought: soon. And underneath that, with the specific, clear, fully-examined certainty of something that had been arriving for a long time and had tonight arrived considerably closer: Very soon. I closed the book. I turned off the lamp.

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"

he checked the clock hanging opposite to him, “It’s been late, your friend is probably waiting for you…” It was almost 11 pm he jumped up to leave when Nick stopped him, asking to wait a second. He walked to the shelf. He came back with a torn out book, with a yellow dandelion painted on the cover, in a blue font drawn over it, ‘Love of Youth.’ Nick handed him this book, asking, “Read this. You’ll like it,” patting on the book. That whole night he read the book with a tiny sleep of four hours in the dawn. He came back to the shop next morning, reading the rest of it there, completely drown in the book. He didn’t realize someone came in.

While Felix were on his way going to his school. An event just crossed his mind. Thinking those things that happen in his high school years. He still not gotten' to pass through those unlucky days of his lives. In his first year of high school, he has been yelled by her teacher in Math and the reason for him to got kicked out from his class. And he never thought that upon walking his way out of the room, he suddenly stumbled to a chair near the door of the room where his teacher was standing. The book that he was holding flew in the face of his teacher and that makes her face turned into a red tomatoes.

Before my brain has time to process his words we are weaving through the crowd, trying to find a side door to sneak away through. Looking at the clock perched on the wall I notice there is only twenty minutes left until midnight. Only twenty minutes left until my life changes completely, but am I ready for it?

I try to stay awake as long as possible. Klevon and I decided to leave two hours before midnight. So, two hours after dinner, I went to bed and try to stay awake as long as possible. I hear the commotion outside my room. I place my book on the bedside table and cover myself with the blankets.