2pm My House Novels & Stories

His dark eyes are focused on his laptop like the fate of the world depends on whatever he's typing. “Good morning, daddy,” I mumble sleepily. He glances up without surprise, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. “Good afternoon, kitten. It’s almost two o’clock.” 2pm? I slept that long? Damn. I stretch, or at least try to, but my hands won’t move. What the...?

“When do I have time to take my lunch?” “12 pm.” “Fine.” I take my phone out and message Angel. G – “Sorry Angel, I need to move lunch to 12 pm.” A – “That’s alright, I will see you then.” Her response is quick, and I smile at how understanding she is. I love this woman.

before 6 am I left their house instantly because I might materialize inside their house which is dangerous while I was more than 20meters away from their house, I was already thinking of things to say to her later my mind is clear now, and I want her to know that I love her “Grim Reaper” a few seconds and he still does not come out “GRIM REAPER YOOHOOO!!!” and still nothing “why is it still not here? He often comes out immediately.” Maybe he’s busy right now so he can’t show up. A few hours passed, and it was 3 pm and I am now at the gate of Family Park and

He brought a partner with him. With a sigh, I light a cigarette and sit and sit down, staring out over the city that never sleeps. We’re high enough so the noise doesn’t really reach us, but not so high that I can’t hear anything. I glance at my watch. It’s just past two in the morning. Too late for a Scotch and too early for coffee. But not too late to phone Amato. This is our regular business hours.

Tatiana Kamerie I walked around the living room and looked at the clock again and again. It's almost 2 in the morning and Deandre hasn't come home. I kept wondering around until I heard the gate open. I walked out from the house and found Deandre park his car. He got out and he was surprised to see me. "It's 2 in the morning in case you can't read the clock." He said in a cold tone. I nodded.

The lights inside the house were off, but I didn't wonder why. I checked the time on my phone screen. It's already around 2 AM. I'm sure everyone in the house is asleep by now, including Dad and Victoria, my stepmother. I was even more puzzled because there didn't seem to be anything unusual today, but why didn't the maid let me through earlier?

*** 7pm, my place***** He then, at that point, looked to Modest's number and clicked send.

I asked. I almost forgot about my problems because of too much fun talking with Matthew. “Exact at 2 pm” He said. “Okay 2 pm” I repeated. I heard a series of sound in the background maybe they are unpacking or doing the last shoot that’s why they are very nosy. “I gotta go Jesse, please don’t forget 2pm.!” He shouted over the phone that I take the phone far away from my ear. Then he ended it. 2 pm huh? Should I buy them gifts for congratulatory of cooked for them. I forgot to ask Matthew what they want to eat. Maybe I’ll do it for surprise.

"Thanks." Kingsley disappears into the hallway. A minute later, he’s back with two tablets balanced on a spoon. I take them. He yawns, turns, and walks back toward his room. "I’m out. Try not to burn the house down." I glance at the clock, and it shows 7:53 PM. The house is quiet again, and those thoughts start pushing their way back in, but I shut them off. I wander into the kitchen and find a plate of pasta in the microwave. My stomach growls for the first time all day.

Her hair was in a messy bun, as they called it, and she was wearing light make-up, making her even more stunning and beautiful. I'm feeling better now that I've beaten those weak wenches and let some steam out of my system. I'm fine right now. It's better than being okay. My gaze darted around the house. Nothing has changed since I left here, so I looked at the grand clock on the corner to see what time it was, 7:23 p.m. "If you're wondering what time it is, it's 7:23 p.m., mom." She just frowned at me and let out a heavy sigh, as I replied sarcastically.