24 Hours Novel Novels & Stories

Bisola nod her head, she picked up her phone which was beside her on the bed, she checked the time again, and it was just five minute to twelve midnight. “Hun, this One Hundred and Ninety Two Hours was the most eventful time of my life, it was the time when my life took a drastic change, at first it was gloomy, but in the end it gives birth to joy. Thus I am reborn as from tomorrow, and tomorrow date became my new birthday.” Bisola said to herself.

She had slipped it in her bag when Winona left. One could never be too sure, but Greg did not look like the kind who blatantly consumed pornography. Perhaps there was something in the novel that caught his attention. Carrie should at least give him the benefit of the doubt. She could already see Winona’s eyebrow raising judgingly if she heard Carrie’s thoughts. Painstakingly, she went on with her nighttime routine. By the time she settled down on her soft mattress, Carrie’s body was buzzing with anticipation. It had been almost ten hours since she was made aware of the book’s existence, and finally, finally, she could see its contents.

PART TWO: Things That Go Bump April 2016 CHAPTER TEN The Upside Down Books When Brad glanced down at the lower right-hand corner of his computer screen, he was surprised to find it was a quarter to eleven p.m. He’d sat down to write at eight, planning to work for only an hour. He’d gotten caught up in the story, however, hitting a streak and riding the wave of inspiration. It felt good to be this motivated again after struggling for months.

Aurora dropped her eyes, although the mocking smile was close to her ear, she still didn't utter a single unpleasant word. Because, she feels that this odd clock is the only place to depend on for her to lean on, hold on and hold on tight. Because beneath her feet, was already a deep abyss, black and dark below, seemingly without a bottom. If she accidentally fell, she would fall to pieces of flesh and bones, turning to ashes, leaving no trace left to prove she was still alive. No one remembers her, and no one knows she was ever born into this world. No one knows that there was ever an arrogant dishonest Aurora Dylson, no one can remember even the ugly things. She would fall forever and ever

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 wrote until there wasn't a fairy tale lie she couldn't expose anymore. "The End," she wrote at the last page of her novel. Cathedra climbed atop her desk chair and hung a noose over the beams. She tied a knot firmly, making sure it was strong enough to fulfill its purpose. She slipped the knot over her head. She jumped and kicked the chair off. For a few minutes she struggled and fought for breath, the way humans were normally programmed to do. For a few minutes, she had enough time to reflect on her short-lived life.

“I am an old fellow, I won't look my eyes out; but I'1l call everybody this minute, let others stare at you.” “I'11 come down!” cried Basira. With that, Zastar turned toward the side of the house. “As God lives, somebody is coming!” said he. In fact, from behind the corner appeared young Adam Novoveski, who, coming on horseback, had tied his beast at the side-gate and passed around the house himself, wishing to enter through the main door. Basira, seeing him, was on the ground in two springs, but too late. Unfortunately, Sir Adam had seen her springing from the ladder, and stood confused, astonished, and covered with blushes like a young girl. Basira stood before him in the same way, till a

Now all I have to do is order the usual and sit on my throne! I ordered my usual cup of coffee and bowl of rice. It's a strange mix, but I love it, so fuck off! All that's left to do is- My throne has been seized?! This early in the morning? It's 7:20 AM! Well, it can't be helped, but something may go wrong today... but now? Of all times! The timing can't get much worse. Screw it! I'll just finish my article. Oh... I haven't introduced myself yet. Wasn't this supposed to be a second-person novel? Ah... shit! So uhh...

Author's POV CLANK CLANK CLANK ... The noise of pots and pans falling made my spirit jump. I was feeling so sleepy after finishing the thirteenth chapter just a few hours ago. My brains refused to think further. It had been three days that I have continuously worked on my novel everytime. I would finish all the house work. Still yawning and stretching my arm, I opened the door to check what the commotion was about. Spat! An egg suddenly hit me on my forhead.

With the start of the novel, her fingers moved in a flow, the words went in a flow, she spent her day and night in front of the laptop, 3 weeks later, her book was done, she wiped her tears as she stared at her completed manuscript. “Whoa!” Tasha yelled from behind, “What the hell have you been doing?” She blinked at the condition of the room, there were stacks of cup noodles at the side, there were tissues scattered on the floor, her best friend looked like a zombie with the dark bags under her eyes.