5 Minutes Story Book Novels & Stories

00 at night, I still have an hour to read this book. “I'm sorry, madam, it's only 09.00 at night, isn't bedtime every 10.00 at night? If I still have an hour and I can't sleep well, that's why I come here to just read a book to relieve boredom. Once again I'm sorry, if I have indeed violated a rule, please don't punish me with severe punishment."

he said. Inside were pages full of pencil sketches and short, clumsy sentences—none of them professionally done, all of them exactly him. There was a crooked family on the first page with two parents and a rescue dog named Bix. The second page had a sketch that looked suspiciously like our penthouse couch, with the caption: Where Tuesdays live. The book was a hand-made children’s story: The Little House That Held Tuesdays. Each page held a tiny adventure—the first puddle jump, the first burned pancake, the time a kite escaped and came back with a ribbon.

A child reading the room like it held landmines. “Cocoa?” I asked, gently. “Mera’s making us stories. Rabbits and time travel.” He nodded once and sat down. Mera plopped the paper in front of him with a grin. “You get to name the bunny who controls the time machine.” Aaron’s lips twitched. Just barely. Progress. I made toast, cut apples, laid it all out like we were normal. Like this was just a Tuesday morning in a life that had always been this soft.

he instructed me. “Alright” Taking the keys from him, I wait for him to leave. “You have one hour and twenty minutes” he added as he decided to leave. My eyes widened. Forty minutes have already passed. I should be quick. I started with the top shelf corner. It took me twenty minutes as I went through every page, reading history, about curses and stuff. One hour passed by and I was losing my hope as only two books were remaining. Only twenty minutes and I went through the remaining two books. My heart was saddened when I did not find the cure. With an angry growl, I kicked the shelf. And a small leather book fell down. Frowning, I took a look and flipped it.

and trying to close her legs. But I didn’t stop. I pushed her panties aside and slid one finger along her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. She gasped, her book dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I kept going, teasing her until her hips started twitching. Then I eased one finger inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling it just right while my thumb kept working her clit.

I flipped the novel to the back, and my eyes wandered to the details about the author and the book. "Let's just pretend like we are not, okay? Anyways, I called to remind you about the game we planned to play." My eyes went round, and I scrolled through my phone's messages to check the time. It's been twenty-three minutes past an hour since I started reading this book. "Owie Nate?....." I tried to explain, but he stopped me from any further explanation. "What were you doing that you didn't realize it had passed our agreed time?" I shrugged, knowing he couldn't see me.

My ride was already waiting outside. ***** Sitting in my room engrossed in the book I am reading. After the visit to Sarah's house, I got home and no one was home as usual. My parents are very busy people. My dad owned various oil companies in Different countries and of course had to travel from time to time. My mum is a businesswoman. She travelled a lot too. Hopefully, she'd be around tomorrow. Deciding that the book was starting to bore me. I opened the I*******m app and started scrolling through the posts.

Elara’s chest tightened. She didn’t press him. She just nodded gently. “Then we’ll start tonight.” She reached for the small storybook she’d brought in, one of Mira’s favorites. “This one’s about a dragon who didn’t know how to roar,” she said softly. “He thought he was broken. But turns out, he just needed someone to listen first.” Milo looked at the cover, then at her, his eyes thoughtful. “Does he roar in the end?”

Poor guys—I feel a little sorry for them as I glance back, but our trip has only just started and maybe we would bump into them later at some random club . When we arrive to our rooms, on the 5th floor, we are all gobsmacked. They are absolutely stunning. Nice long bath tubs, cable TV, fresh coffee makers, large double beds, and enough wardrobe space for all of us, and more! We also booked another room next door, as this one, being a twin room, could only hold two guests. Now this was opulent luxury and we knew we couldn’t stay in places like this the whole trip, but we needed a bit of a treat and this was only for a few short days. It was up to the flick of a coin to decide which one of us

Five minutes to save everything or lose it all. The countdown begins.