15 Minutes Book Novels & Stories

“Sorry if I am late. I know your office hours end right about now.” “I have all night,” Professor Vance answered quickly. “I wanted to return this book to you.” I handed him the volume he had given me that morning. Vance took it, brows drawn together. “You do not want to read it?” “I have already finished.” He stared at me with wide hazel eyes. “It has only been a couple of hours, and the book is nearly three hundred pages. You finished it?” “Yes,” I said, finally relaxing under his intense gaze. “I really enjoyed it.”

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.

“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.

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.

She only had an hour and thirty minutes left. Not a minute added. ..... A/N : What do you think guys? Have you finally gotten an answer to the rhetorical question in the introductory chapter of this book? Awaiting your reply... Thanks...

"I have something to do." "What is it? Is it urgent?" he asked with a frown. "Let me come with you." "No, thanks," I said, quickening my pace and leaving him behind. The school wasn't far from home. It had only taken about ten minutes to walk back. I knew Anton was following me, but I didn't turn around. Not until I pushed open the front door did my tense nerves begin to unwind. I smelled the scent of burnt food.

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and

Ivy said, scanning her own book. They read in silence for hours. There were cryptic symbols, forgotten rites, mentions of forests that moved and artifacts lost to time—but nothing matched exactly. Nothing screamed “this is what you’re dealing with.” Frustration was setting in. Ivy slammed her book shut, rubbing her temples. Kyle stacked his third useless volume on the pile between them. The sun dipped lower. A librarian’s voice echoed through the quiet: “Fifteen minutes until closing.” “Great,” Ivy sighed. “This was a waste of time. Let’s just go–“

He knew it was eleven minutes because he checked the time when he sat down and checked it once more because he was who he was, and the interval between the two checks was eleven minutes, which was the length of a board call that wasn't going well and also the length of his shortest recent morning briefing and also, it turned out, the length of time it took him to drink a third of a very good Malbec. Eleven minutes was not a long time. In the normal course of his life, eleven minutes passed without his noticing—the interval between one meeting and the next, the time it took to review a document, the duration of a phone call that he would forget as soon as he hung up. Eleven minutes was nothin

It took me twenty minutes. I took a look at the time and continued to work out the case analysis and treatment plan. Time just passed by. However, I wrote very fast. Richard’s POV: I looked at the time. Seventy-five minutes had already passed. I kindly reminded them, “There are only fifteen minutes left.” To my surprise, just as I finished speaking, Ailina closed the folder and said, “Done. I want to hand in my paper.” “What did you say?” My eyes widened.