90 Minute Book Novels & Stories

This is the best part of psychology, the book we're reading was actually interesting but sometimes it just really hits me as they called the reading block. I looked at my watch and noticed that only 45 minutes had passed but I already had many chapters. I decided to go to Klirro’s shooting area to watch him act. I wasn't disappointed to see that the camera was rolled, he was wearing an unofficial soldier's uniform as their costume.

I finally said, staring at her with every inch of annoyance in me. “How many hours are we going to take to read these books; it will take an eternity,” I growled, staring at how many books were right in front of me. “They are 50 books in total with 400 pages each. It will take us through the night if we read each book at a speed of 13 minutes. “You are crazy, Clara,” I said almost immediately while glaring at her. I mean, that's not even achievable, “that goal isn't realistic,” I finally voiced out while staring at her.

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."

My legs carry me inside, passing the shelves lined with books, stalking around the table, my fingers trailing over the smooth surface as I walk. My fingers paused on the worn edge of a familiar book with a crescent moon carved at the front, the one with no name. Picking it up, fall into the chair. I roll backward then turn around, with one hand, I push back the curtain, popped a foot under me, and I get comfortable, and start reading. The book is a short one, I finish it in an hour and a half, and I remain staring at the book afterward.