90 Minute Book Novels & Stories

He almost smiled. They finished lunch and she went back to the couch and he went back to the desk and the Sunday afternoon continued its slow patient self outside and inside the apartment held them both in the particular ease of two people who'd had a small disagreement and resolved it inside three minutes and didn't need to mention it again. At four she closed the book. "Done," she said. "The whole thing." "I read fast when the structure is good." "What did you think." She looked at the ceiling. "It's the best book I've read in two years," she said. "The backwards construction is the whole trick. By the final page you're grieving something you didn't know you'd been losing since page one."

A few minutes later Jacob walks into the room in his usual sweatpants and shirt. "I brought the book back," I said, standing up. I hand it over to him and he takes it. "Did you read it?" He asked flipping through the pages presumably to look for bookmarks. "Of course and I loved it- no sorry I lived it," I responded with a smile on my face. I can't believe I read a book with more than 300 pages. I have never pictured myself doing that but It isn’t a choice anyway, I had to do it because of Jacob. I need him to spend time with me so I can crack all the holes in this house but aside from that, I did enjoy the book.

Its title is The Portion. "This is a beginner's book. This beautiful organization is filled with knowledge, peace, and power but has rules. Many of us shared the same heart when we first entered those doors. And most of us have been vindicated, but we were steadfast and loyal to the cause." It would be best if you were done reading it within a week. So after you've read it, return to a meeting, and then we'll go from there." I agree, thank her, and then head home.

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

When she arrived at the restaurant her mother had booked for her, she discovered a man was already sitting across from her reserved table. She couldn't help but text her mother, but received no reply. Zoey immediately understood this was her mother's arrangement. She took a breath and walked forward with confident steps, extending her hand, “Hello, I'm Zoey Landon." "Hello, Lucas Chancer.” After the self-introduction, the man across from her looked up, leaving Zoey stunned. The man before her was tall and well-built, wearing a perfectly tailored shirt with the collar slightly open, revealing an elegant collarbone.

"That the people who stay are the ones who were supposed to." He looked at the book. "Not the ones who were convenient. Not the ones who were merely suitable." He looked back at her. "The ones who were supposed to." She sat with that for a long moment. Then: "Read it to me." He looked at her. "It's a children's book." "I know," she said. "Read it to me." Something moved in his expression. "All right," he said. He opened the book. He read it in twenty minutes—the whole of it, slowly, in the kitchen with the September evening at the windows and the south garden doing its seasonal work and the house quiet around them in the way it was quiet on Friday evenings when it was simply being held by th

I had a dream while I was sleeping that night. I dreamed of a young girl starting a list of times she was being overlooked in a brand new journal. She wrote down the number "1" on the first page. As she wrote it down, she muttered, "Once this reaches the 99th time, I won't want Mom, Dad, Jeff, and Annie anymore." After that, the girl stared at the number "1" in contemplation, hesitated before changing it to "0.5" eventually. The entries read, "Mom and Dad came back from their business trip and bought me and Annie new clothes, but they got my size wrong. It was too small. My arms and legs were sticking out, and all my classmates laughed at me. I felt so sad."

"There are more than ten tunnels on this route. The one up ahead is the longest. It takes a full three minutes to pass through!" The moment I heard that, I looked at Phoebe excitedly. She froze for a moment, too, seemingly understanding what I was thinking. After a brief hesitation, she shyly gave a small nod. Three minutes might not be long, but it was more than enough. "Ready?" I asked quietly. I could tell that Phoebe had already reached her limit. Her body felt softer as she leaned into my arms. Phoebe nodded. However, her hand unconsciously rested against the front of my pants.

"You hated it?" "No." "You loved it?" "No." "That narrows it down." Walter looked down at the book. His thumb brushed the edge of the cover. A tiny movement. Easy to miss. "I finished it." Lois stared. "Already?" "It wasn't very long." "It was four hundred pages." Silence. The silence answered for him. Her eyes widened. "You stayed up reading." "No." "You absolutely stayed up reading." "I had insomnia." "Convenient." For the briefest moment, Walter looked almost embarrassed.

Like she was actually there. An hour passed in silent bliss, Nine now completely relaxed now with her resting on the chair's back, eyes staring at the book. Though she could not read the words well, she liked the cover on it. There was a man, with a woman around his arms. Both staring at each with a look in their eyes, a look that Nine found herself wanting for some reason. "Do you like it?" Nine rose her head up now as Lucas peered at her from a corner of the book. "You've been staring at it for a while. Would you like to read it?"