90 Minute Book Novels & Stories

"Well, more for Kade then. Honestly, I don't know where he puts it all." The evening dragged on. Parish eventually went upstairs to shower, leaving Kade and me alone in the living room. The silence was heavy, charged with the ghost of our earlier violence. Kade sat in his armchair, a book in his hand, looking every bit the respectable man of the house. I stood up to go to my room, but as I passed his chair, his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist in an iron grip. He didn't look up from his book. "Tomorrow. Five a.m.," he whispered. "Don't be late."

I ask again for clarification. "I told you. Once you've read the entire book," he says nonchalantly. "The book is, like, 500 pages. That'll take me ages. By the time we start, I won't even remember what's on the first ten pages," I grumble. "Then you'd better get started, little bean," he teases.

"Is that… is that the right page you're on? Maybe you should double check, or I could go get you a new textbook if—” "I’m sure. Already did the last page." "Already?" I grabbed my phone to check the time. Only ten minutes had passed since I started the timer. Ten minutes. “Oh, but an hour really is a long time to do all those questions.” Not at all, it was actually very short, but I was hoping maybe he didn’t know that “You don't have to rush. Instead, you could just maybe do the first page, then we can take a break. Maybe. If you want. We could—"

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.

"The extended architecture needs the full account of the settlement visit. Not my account. The account of what the women in the settlement understand about the design that none of us in the city have ever directly seen." I pulled out the ninth notebook. "Tell me," I said. She told me. It took four hours. The ninth notebook was full by the end of the second hour, and I had to start a tenth, which Wren observed with the expression of someone who had been watching me run out of notebooks since she was eleven and had not yet found it anything other than satisfying.

she said. "You earned it," Clara said. "Forty-three minutes, Lena. In a footnote." "Forty-three", Lena said. "I mentioned the timing specifically," Clara said. "In the recommendation. I thought they should know what they were getting." Lena looked at the clock on the library wall.

“There’s a supermarket and a few restaurants downstairs. The subway station is about a five-minute walk to the right. If you need anything, contact me anytime.” “Thank you, Cecilia.” “Don’t thank me too quickly.” She walked to the door before turning back around. “The Anderson family doesn’t keep useless people around. The value of what you brought depends on what value you can create for us next.” After the door closed, the room fell silent. I stood by the window and looked at the scattered ship lights across the ocean in the distance. Suddenly, I had a sense of unreality. Just over ten hours ago, I had still been trapped inside that gilded cage in Corholt, ordered around by a man who treat

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and

She replied and Damien nodded. “So now that it is all settled, you can go to bed.” “Okay.” She replied and stood up, she walked up the stairs and kept staring at the ring. “Did it work?” Damien heard his friend, Clyde ask as he walked into the living room. “Yes, I finally got her to agree to it.” “Ninety days is a really long time dude, you think you can handle it?” “I should be able to, after all, it's to my advantage, you can't see all that and not want to spend up to ninety days with her.” He replied and fell back on the couch.

I shouted until my throat tore raw, but the only thing that answered me was dead silence. The clock on the wall ticked on. Eight minutes left until the expected explosion. Heat began to rise through the floor beneath my feet. The energy from below was already pushing through the insulation. I stared at the cuffs around my wrists and pulled with everything I had. Skin split. Blood ran down into my sleeves. I couldn't feel the pain anymore, just a hollow, sinking dread. Were 30 thousand people really about to die because of one selfish woman?