90 Minute Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She stopped numbering at 99. I locked eyes with her. She was wearing a wedding dress. "I should have left earlier," she said. I nodded. "Still, it's not too late now." The moment I boarded the plane, I left behind the weight of all the grievances I had recorded, page after page. I threw myself into my studies, forgetting everything else. At times, being alone in a foreign country did feel lonely, but unlike Nina, I didn't go looking for someone to talk to. Instead, I used all that extra time to better myself.

Elma said, “Looks like peace.” Destiny said, “It was. You should come next time.” Elma said, “I will. If I have time.” Destiny put phone down. Looked at her hard. Destiny said, “You have time now. Use it.” The words sat between them. Heavy but warm. Like a blanket. Elma nodded. Didn’t promise. Didn’t lie. Just nodded. Elma talked about the book she finally finished. Not wrote. Finished reading. 300 pages. Paper. No screen. Took her two weeks. One chapter a night.

One, two, ten, fifty… A total of ninety-nine men walked out from every direction, gathering into an impenetrable wall of people that completely surrounded him. Then, in Daniel’s terrified eyes, ninety-nine voices exploded like thunder and swept across all of South City. “How about you try and touch our daughter one more time?!”

All because I ran one minute over in the bathroom, the company took away my $200,000 project bonus. My own boss criticized me in front of everyone, saying I was loafing on company time. Saying I had no respect for the new rule. So he docked my $200,000 project bonus to make an example of me. And in the same stroke, he wiped out my shot at the promotion entirely. I handed in my resignation on the spot. The next day, the CEO of the whole group came to me himself and begged me not to go.

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

I hope you are too, and would be ever so humbled if you let me know what you thought of my little part two. Being able to explore my characters through their own points of view was an eye opening experience, and I hoped you loved tuning into Dalton, Kendra, and Jake's thoughts just as much as the lead's, Hollis and Whitney's. Despite this book taking five months to write, a month less than two of my other novels, "Not All Who Wander Are Lost" is by far my longest book, nearing 600 pages. I couldn't avoid it since there was so much I wanted to cover, and there are no regrets.

The morning sun climbed higher and the light through the window turned from pale to gold. "Can I ask you something?" I said. "Anything." "The first time you ever did that. Were you nervous?" He set down his fork. "Terrified. I was seventeen. Her name was Claire. We were in her basement. It lasted about thirty seconds." I laughed. "Thirty seconds?" "Maybe less. I was so embarrassed I did not talk to her for a week." "That makes me feel better." "Good. First times are always awkward. That is the point. They are not about being perfect. They are about being new."

She only had an hour and thirty minutes left. Not a minute added. ..... A/N : What do you think guys? Have you finally gotten an answer to the rhetorical question in the introductory chapter of this book? Awaiting your reply... Thanks...

Taking it, I settled down on one of the plush sofas, which somehow didn’t reek of dust, and began to read. Twenty minutes later, or so I thought, I heard Rachel’s voice. “Time’s up! We have to go!” I immediately protested. “But I’ve only been reading for twenty minutes!” I raised my brow as I observed my friends exchanging confused expressions, including Diana. “You’ve been reading that particular book for more than three hours, Dora,” Levina stated, staring at the book. The intensity of her gaze, mirrored by the others, made it clear they were curious about what had occupied my time, especially since it wasn’t a large volume.