Novel & Cerita Book 48 Hours

Kimberly POV I sighed in frustration as my Blinklist app displayed the dreaded message: "To be responded to in 48 hours." Does this mean I’d spend the next two days in utter boredom? I’d already spent the past month after training devouring romance books, so the thought of a bookless night was unbearable. It was only 9 PM, and restlessness clawed at me. The house was deathly quiet. Helen was on her day off, and Enzo had taken his rare break too. Everyone else had somewhere to be, something to do. Everyone except me.

I know she may be busy working, but I can't help the unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something has been feeling off all day. I need to cut things shorter than usual. "Ok, let's call it a day," I call. At once the sparring stops and my men in their tired and sweaty state move their eyes to my position. We've been training for a few hours now, so I know they are grateful for the early departure. I check my phone again and start to move towards the direction of the house. Before I get too far I see jake huddled by a tree looking at his phone the same way I was just a few seconds prior.

Holden was almost as excited for the breakfast as he was seeing me. When I get into my office, I see the voicemail light blinking on my phone. It’s pretty early for someone to have already left a message. It is probably a telemarketer or a wrong number. It will have to wait for a minute because I so need my cup of coffee. I didn’t have a chance to grab one before I left the house. Holden and I were almost late leaving because of the biscuits with sausage gravy Mama had made us. I was going to start putting on extra weight if I ate many more of those kinds of meals. I clicked the voicemail button and entered my code. I clicked the speaker phone so I could get my computer started while the mes

Three More Hours Later. Done, I told myself. I think that is enough for today's reading. I finished two books today in five hours. “Fear You” Book 2. I started Book 3 “Fear Us” Broken Love Series. I got two more to read again. I am so excited to read them over again. I thought with a cocky grin. But what I didn’t know is. How do they know they were my favorite books? What a strange one. They must have stalked me or asked someone that knows me well.

she began to go on, “not a surprise since she’d always say her kind of paradise would be a library.” “So if you want, you can go upstairs to read that book you’re holding,” said someone beside me, her voice soft and light like a caress of a feather. I craned my neck to see a woman with unruly hair as red as blood and bright blue eyes, pointing her index finger up. “Only for a maximum of three hours for one book. Once the time is up, we will begin to charge you ten lums per hour," she told me with a set face.

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...

Millie says digging through her bag. “Alright,” I say looking back out the window and watching little ants of people walking around. An hour later Millie leaves for her first meeting looking like a sexy little businesswoman. I’m exhausted from the early morning flight so I turn off all the lights, close the shades of the windows, and tuck myself into the stiff bed. Normally I’d complain about a stiff mattress but it’s doing wonders for my tense back. I read another chapter of my sexy, filthy erotic novel and close my eyes to dreamland.

“So you two were talking about Sinclair and Candy, and she heard everything and mistook it for you two saying she was just useful?” “Mojito, calm down. This is a huge misunderstanding. We are going to find Sinclair and explain everything,” Aiden said, wrapping his arms around Thalia. “It’s been four weeks, Aiden. Four! Do you know what that amount of time is to a hitman? It’s enough time to find a hiding spot and never be found again!” she cried. Dread washed over me. “I’m going to find my mate, Thalia. I won’t rest until I do and bring her back.”

Tears just poured down my face. 400 miles away, a 72-year-old man was lying on an operating table with his chest wide open, waiting for this heart to save his life. Now, he would never get it. … The digital clock on the wall read 11:47 am. The train had left 40 minutes ago. Even if the heart hadn't been ruined, it was too late. I leaned against the wall of the interrogation room, my body shaking uncontrollably. The phone in my pocket vibrated nonstop.

She noticed my hand seemed to be showing the number seven. What did that mean? Hannah couldn't figure it out. Just as she was about to touch the clock and rewind time again, she suddenly sensed someone watching her from behind. She turned around, but all she saw was the back of someone wearing black clothes. Hannah touched the clock. Time rewound again and again. Without a doubt, all her attempts to save me failed. By the seventh rewind, Hannah finally understood what I meant by the number seven. The number seven represented the fact that she only had seven chances to rewind time. Each time she went back, the clock became older and older.