Disillusionment At Ten O'clock Novels & Stories

What happened that night ten years ago? ******************************************

He puts me down on the bed and takes off the shirt, revealing his muscular chest and arms. We don't go out for the date in the end. It's almost midnight. We're lying on the bed, bodies intertwining. While kissing and rolling on the bed, I look up at the clock on the wall. The clock ticks and points to twelve, the point of no return. A new day has come. I have already fallen behind on rent payments. And now, I break my promise and let that warmhearted fella down. I'll be screwed if I ever come back to the human world.

Should I stick to my plan and disappoint him? I paced around my sitting room exposed in a night wear, I was already preparing for bed at a few minutes past 7. What else was I supposed to do? I was bored to death but I didn’t want to go out with Mr. Blackwood. I turned to the television, what am I doing with my life? Watching serial kil^ers documentaries, this makes no sense. Am I making the right choice by pushing MB away? ** ** Omniscient Narrator ** Disappointment gnawed at Maxwell like a persistent weed. The club, which was typically bustling with activity, felt enormous and empty. He had ordered candles, scattered rose petals like a blush across the crisp white tablecloths, even hired a

Justin, reacting to Kelvin's answer, immediately turned his attention to the wall clock, an unspoken realization dawning upon him as he assessed the time and perhaps contemplating the late-night departure of his employee. "By 11:53 pm?" Justin inquired, his brows raised in surprise. The late hour hadn't registered with Kelvin until that moment. The realization hit him that finding a cab at this time might prove challenging. While Kelvin had occasionally left work around 10 pm or 10:30 pm, this was uncharted territory. Contemplating his options, he sighed, shoulders slouched in uncertainty.

Noella’s POV It was getting late, almost ten in the evening, but there was no sign of Darren ending the dinner with his business partners. He still looked fresh and energetic while I was already exhausted. The room's atmosphere, which had been luxurious and elegant, was now dull and oppressive. The cold stares from some of them made me feel even more uncomfortable.

Click, click, my nails tapped on the glass as time stood still and I impatiently waited. Beyond the windows, the Georgia sun reminded me that warm weather still existed in late October, even if New York had surrendered to the impending winter. I pushed my sunglasses onto my head as my purse vibrated in my lap. NOX - PRIVATE NUMBER I sighed, wishing he were beside me instead of back in the frigid North. Nox: "ANY WORD"? Me: "NOT YET. DELORIS IS STILL INSIDE." Nox: "I'M LEAVING IN A FEW MINUTES. THE BATPLANE IS FUELED AND READY. I'LL BE THERE IN STEALTH SPEED."

5:00 PM One more bloody hour!

Having spent ten years abroad, I was never afraid of the threat of vile rumors. "Nathan, do you think these words will defeat me, break my will? I’ll tell you, it’s impossible!" I ordered Morgan to bind Nathan and send him back to his parents. After getting the divorce finalized, Nathan, Lenora, and Lily were all sent back to their rural hometown. Those used to living high on the hog couldn’t bear the hardships of rural life. Lenora and Lily learned to behave, becoming hollowed-out shells of people. Nathan, with nothing to do, developed a gambling addiction.

The pleasure reached its peak. Yet unfortunately, my phone kept ringing. It ruined Leonard's mood, and he angrily pulled it out of my purse. He glanced at the caller ID and suddenly smiled. "Ms. Clarke, guess who's calling you?" Leonard kept moving his hips the whole time. I was deep in pleasure, my body weak and limp, but when I heard his words, I could not help but turn my head. What I saw made all my desire disappear, replaced by nothing but extreme tension. The person calling me again and again was my husband!

By ten the rain was something else entirely. The lights went at ten thirty-two. I know the exact time because I was looking at my watch when it happened. A habit. Always knowing the hour. The house went black. Not dim. Not the gradual fade of a candle burning low. Black. Complete and instantaneous and total. I sat at my desk and did not move.