19 Minutes Novel Novels & Stories

What better way to eliminate boredom than by reading a book? I had recently downloaded a reading app, where you can read your favourite stories of different genres. Right now I am reading a novel called Loving Hayden. It is about two teens who were once archenemies but later became friends with their enemies. Okay, maybe not friends with benefits, more like enemies with benefits. I was eager to see where their relationship was going to lead. I continue to flip through my phone as I read the story. I was so engrossed with the story that I didn't realize how much time had passed. I was disturbed by the sound of a knock at the door.

Her breath, even and unhurried. She passed a bookstore. The same one she’d power-walked past every morning for a year, late to a standup, coffee sloshing, brain already compiling the day’s failure modes. Today she stopped. She went inside. The air smelled like paper and dust and time. She bought a novel she’d seen months ago and never had time for. Six hundred and twelve pages. No table of contents. No appendix on scaling Kubernetes. The cover was a deep, useless blue. The synopsis mentioned a lighthouse. She didn’t even read the whole thing.

I woke up with a start, as my alarm went off. I sat there looking disoriented and confused. I grabbed my book and flipped to the page I was reading last night, I quickly slammed the book shut when I got to the part where the protagonist died. I always hated such an ending, but still, that doesn’t make me hate the book. I got ready in forty minutes, of which twenty minutes is to complete all my essential works and the rest is spent rummaging around my impossibly chaotic room for the things I needed. I have to clean it, I mentally add this to the list of thousand other things that I wish to do today that ought to have been done a week ago. Procrastination could be my middle name. I headed down

my groin "Because I'm also a fan of his." "Eight o'clock at night, by the Concourse Building." “Thank you.” I hurriedly bought Grandma's food, and ate it. I look at the time... It's only an hour before the interview starts. I have to go and protest Yuki's lie and theft of my manuscript. "You seem to be in a hurry, Dahlia. Go ahead and do what you have to do.” "Ah, it's not Grandma..." "I don't want to eat anymore. I'm going to rest."

I stretch out my arm, I check the book inside the bag with my touch, I complete the mission and with the book in my hands I start reading. After half an hour I got hungry so I took out my lunch that I didn't digest due to being stupid and poisonous, the window got soaked thanks to the drizzle, I smiled hearing the relaxing sound of the drops falling and imagining idiot number one being happy for the rain. For two hours I spent page after page, I loved it, the romantic story of Jack the doll with a clock heart is fascinating. His friends and advisors are so wise. I love it. I was halfway through the book; which is super short and very understandable; When my cell phone calls me, I pick up wit

Did he sense something. Did he notice that I wasn't really reading the book? I thought, looking at the book in my hands (My Life Saver by Lilian Finn). What a weird coincidental name for a book. Twenty minutes past eleven p.m. When did time fly so fast? I survived today, tomorrow is going to be another day. "Let's get ready for it." I said, resting my head on my pillow and hugging the book, My Life Saver. ***Day eleven***

RINA hissed so loudly and flung the book she was reading on the bed, and got up. It was a novel, she had been trying to read and comprehend this novel for the past thirty minutes now, but she kept flipping back to the beginning once she has reached a particular page. The novel just wasn't entering. A lot was on her mind, for a lot has happened. She was actually trying to see if she could use the novel to clear her head, at least until Zaina comes by.

She arrived at the part where the main character in the story failed from an imminent wedding ceremony, which only needed to say the wedding vows and was crushed by an unexpected reality. So that's a secret that is the answer to all the mysteries implied from the beginning of the novel. This is the surprise Diana told her to anticipate. Kat placed the novel in her lap and smiled faintly, suddenly feeling awe at the novel in her hands. This is an eighteenth century novel, but the story is truly extraordinary. Suddenly her cell phone rang. Kat glanced over and frowned. There was Adrian's name flashing there, complete with a photo of the two of them, embracing each other for the camera in a lau

The flowerpot on the table suddenly burst to life with a huge hydrangea, its blossoming flowers overflowing the tiny container. I jumped back startled and just stared. My table now looked like a jungle. Do plants always grow that fast? Emma didn't even flinch and turned to me. “Something happened. You were crying. I don't care if you are older than me. I have lived in this castle for six months.” Emma turned to the plant glaring daggers at it. “You think I don't know what happens to those beautiful girls Damion leads into his room? I never see them leave. Or Eddy and his jokes and Andrew being controlled all the time!” She trailed off after raising her voice. “I know what goes on here.” Her

The camera caught the inside front cover for four seconds. Her handwriting. Round and careful. The same handwriting from every letter she sent me. Two lines written in blue ink directly on the inside cover. He came back. He always comes back. Four seconds. Then the notebook was closed and bagged and the camera moved on. I sat on the shoulder of the road for nineteen minutes. I know it was nineteen minutes because I track time automatically. It is one of those things that happens after enough years of operations where timing is everything. I watched the feeds a second time.