Novel & Cerita 36 Hours Book

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.

with as much sass as possible. He snorted and said "Be ready babe, your 48 hours starts at 8 tomorrow! I hope you are all set to have a wild time" I could feel him smirking before the line got disconnected. Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? phew! I asked myself while getting out of the store and fanning my face. I couldn't stop my giddiness now. I can't wait for tomorrow!

The palace is intimidating, tall gates, guards everywhere, and walls that scream “you’re trapped.” The driver pulled the car to a stop in front of the mansion. Alpha Jacob stepped out and I did too. He placed his hand on my waist and I quickly tugged it away. He growled silently as if trying to tell me I belong to him. As we walked up the stairs, he leaned in and whispered "From this moment on, this is your home." "For sixty days only." I remind him He scoffed "Sure." It didn’t sound right at all but I have too much going on to worry about this.

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Chapter 4: The 36-Hour Shift. The 36-hour shift started at 6 a.m. on a Tuesday and showed no signs of ending. Lena had already been awake for nearly twenty hours when the trauma pager went off again. She was in the middle of writing notes on a post-op patient when her phone vibrated violently against the counter. Level 1 Trauma. ETA 8 minutes. Multiple GSWs. She rubbed her eyes and stood up, already feeling the weight of exhaustion in her bones. This was her third major trauma of the shift. Her scrubs were stained, her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she had started relying on sheer adrenaline to keep going.

Like 271 days was boring. Like home was obvious. _Thump._ *3:00 PM. [SFX: CLOCK. THEN NONE. THEN SEVEN.]* Living room. Not fireplace. Not _COURT_ box. Burned 265 days ago. Just us. Seven. Me. Floor. February. Chest. Sleeping. 3 PM. On time. Adrian. Next to me. 59 BPM. Head on my shoulder. Alex. Other side. Book. Reading. To her. _The House That Was Just Home._ Page 1. “Once upon a time there was a house that was not a court…”

I'd been letting him see things since this morning in the grey light and I'd stopped keeping track of what I was letting through. His thumb moved across my jaw. Once. Slow. "Thirty-two hours," he said. "Yes," I said. We had thirty-two hours. I intended to use every one.

“Holy shite!” I spent the next hour going through page by page. However, it seemed that the book always managed to place a new page at the back as soon as I finished reading one page because I’d never gotten through the book despite the five hours of sleep that I’d foregone. Right before the breaks of dawn, I reached an interesting page filled with names.

And oh, I had no idea how bad my burn is going to be. ************** MONDAY My eyes flickered from the book in my hand to the clock hanging on the wall across from me. I sucked into a deep breath of air and turned my attention back to my book. Three hours later and I repeated the same exact action, noticing that the time has only increased three freaking minutes.