6 Times A Day Novels & Stories

His head spinner with T the every beep sound of his phone. Before he could check the notifications, his gaze landed on the time and date on the phone screen. He pulled the brake hard, “What the fuck! Did I sleep for six days?”

"Eat some food and take two immediately after. Drink lots of water and take one just before you sleep. Then take one in the morning, two in the afternoon and one in the night." I squint my eyes as I try to think about the words. He chuckles, "If you forget your dosage you can always call me but I wrote it on the pack so it shouldn't be that difficult to remember." I nod and start to walk away. "Thank you," I say again and he just waves me off. I open the door and walk out of the clinic. It is pretty empty. I just realized that I have been here twice and each time I am the only patient. I sign and push open the main doors.

I asked “All of a sudden, she started giving me some kind of attitude I don't understand,” Daymon explained. “ On a norm, we talk up five times a day then it reduced to three days and then we don't talk in days and she won't be bothered, she is always saying she is busy”

he said casually, “how am I supposed to take this?” His tone was criminally normal considering he had just pushed my heartbeat into survival mode. I stared at the glass in his hand for two full seconds before my brain restarted. “…When symptoms flare up, once a day. One capsule each time.” “That simple?” I forced myself to recover enough to answer dryly, “What were you expecting? A peer-reviewed research paper attached?” Julian laughed softly under his breath. His head tilted downward slightly as he smiled, and I watched his throat move when he swallowed the laugh back.

They found out he hadn't been eating and with several persuasions, he was able to take food to his stomach and used drugs. He has lived like that, eating four spoons of meals per day and taking enough sleeping doses that would make him sleep and return to the dream world where Matthew was. It had taken over two hours since when Keith had woken up, just staring at the window, with his mind blank. A soft knock came on the door but the person must have known Keith wasn't ready to give any permission whether they should leave or enter. Billy walked in after several knocks. "Hey, Keith." He called his friend who didn't give him attention. "You have to get up, you need to eat, bathe, and..." Billy

I text Landon. Do not respond to your father yet. Do not tell him anything. I need forty minutes. His reply is immediate. Lena. If he terminates the treatment— I know. Give me forty minutes. Please. A pause that is the longest forty seconds of my life. Then: Okay. I call Priya. She answers sounding half asleep. "It is six in the morning." "I need you to drive me somewhere at seven thirty," I say. "Off campus. I will explain in the car."

Chapter 6 Aster: third person's point of view. - He did not get a wink of sleep. Or even rest. At. All. Tossing and turning, sitting up, contemplating about his sudden life decisions and then start tossing and turning again isn't really resting, and now the sleepy Aster is definitely not in the mood to do anything heroic at the moment. Well, he barely does anything heroic anyway. For the nth time, he sat up and rubbed his face with his cold palms. Standing up groggily, he headed straight to the bathroom to wash off his morning breath and any stray saliva at the places other than his mouth. No one likes that.

"They like to have ten or more orgasms a day usually. If I'm lucky, I'm responsible for half of them. The rest come from each other." "Ten times a day? Bullshit!" "Dawn, how many times a day do you cum?" "At least seven or eight. I wish it was more," Dawn answered, sipping on her beer. "Last night was great. You made me cum a dozen times at least." Bernice was speechless.

Six pills actually. “Two pills at most twelve hours after intercourse if none of them is of an alpha bloodline, ” she says, pouring the pills into a tiny bottle. “If any of them is of an alpha bloodline, four pills… if both are of an alpha bloodline, six pills.” She doesn't even look me in the eye. I drop a hundred dollar note before her and snatch out the bottle from her hand, not minding how much it actually costs. “Give me a bottle of water as well.”

The usual coolness in her face was gone, replaced with a lighthearted cuteness. William felt his heartbeat pick up, almost pounding out of his chest. He gave a soft cough to cover his reaction, his voice still steady and low. “No, I just came to remind you that your grandmother’s due for her medication. It works best if she takes it at fixed times—every twelve hours.” “Oh, okay. Can she take it with food?” “Yes.” As Liz pulled out the pills, William handed her a glass of water. She blinked in surprise before taking it from him. “Thanks.”