Disillusionment At Ten O'clock Novels & Stories

Night fell, and the Ford residence was packed with people even before 7:00 pm rolled around. Everyone was here to see me make a fool of myself. The guests were all speculating wildly. "Guess what excuse she's going to come up with to gain Mr. Ford's forgiveness this time?" "Why not just divorce her this time, Mr. Ford? It's not worth keeping that gold digger around. She's nowhere near as sensible as Courtney!" Courtney gazed affectionately at Chester from the side. Chester, on the other hand, was staring intently at his watch.

Amelia's lip parted slightly as different joy was building up inside her, it was an unspeakable feeling. " But miss there's a problem Miss " Mr Jones muttered under his breath. Amelia's face dramatically changed from sweet to sour, like a child who was happy to take sweet but ended up tasting sour. "And w-what is the problem Mr Jones? I think I only have forty minutes to enter the party or else the invitation is going to be invalid right? " Amelia said. Checking the invitation in his hand and the time ,it was exactly the same with just forty minutes left to enter the party or else his efforts would go waste, Mr Jones couldn't help but to shake his head as how celebrities act like God .

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."

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!

I didn't get home till past 10:00 pm that day. Graham was sitting on the living room couch in the dark, and I could see the faint glow of his cigarette. "Why are you back so late?" he asked coldly. "Where have you been?" I paused halfway through changing into my indoor slippers. "I was held up on campus." Then, I walked past him to get to my room. Behind me, I could hear the sound of a glass clinking against the coffee table. … Leanna's chemotherapy was a huge success.

"Ten o'clock, Elena. My place. Don't be late this time. I’d hate to have to mark you down for poor participation." He pulled away, grabbed his leather briefcase, and walked toward the door. He unlocked it and stepped out into the hallway, leaving me standing in the middle of his office, draped in the scarf I'd borrowed my roommate, and dripping with his seed. I looked down at the 'A+' on my essay, then at the emerald silk in my hand. I was terrified. I was disgusted. And God help me, but I couldn't wait for ten o'clock. ~~~ The clock on the dashboard of my car ticked toward 10:00 PM, each second feeling like a drop of molten lead.

On the third day of our captivity in the abandoned cannery, Adrian finally found me with his private security team. I clutched five-year-old Leah in my arms and stumbled toward the light. My coat had long since been torn to shreds, the soles of my feet were mangled by broken glass, and Leah curled against my chest, burning up with fever. Vera looked relieved to see me alive, but then suddenly turned and walked toward the kidnappers. "Vera, come back!" My voice was already hoarse from screaming. "They won't keep their word even after they get the money. Leah still has a fever. We need to call the police and get her to a hospital!" Adrian wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice almos

The morning of July 16th arrived, not with chaos, but with a strange, haunting silence. The deadline “July 15, 2025” had passed. The warning message, “Countdown Initiated,” had come and gone. Jason and Bella had stayed up all night in the penthouse, watching the news, checking Reed & Co.’s systems, reading every report they could find. They expected something loud like a crash, a hostile takeover, a public scandal. But nothing obvious happened.

I spent the rest of the night parked on the couch in Zane’s office, with nothing to do except watch him reject and accept new hires that Lucien brought in. Each decision came with a casual: “weak”, “soft”, "pale", “okay”, “not bad”. He barely looked up, just scrolled through his tablet, answering calls in that emotionless tone of his and every now and then, I’d catch him glancing at me. Bored out of my mind, I pulled out my phone and started playing COD. It had been so long since I had absolutely nothing to do and was not worried about my chasers. I lost track of time until my phone buzzed with a low battery warning.

At the party celebrating the multimillion-dollar deal I've landed, my husband, Nick Ferguson, is about to announce my promotion and raise, but Ruby Holm, his secretary, deliberately interrupts him by feeding him her drink. My germaphobic husband doesn't even flinch. Without thinking, he puts the straw she has just used into his mouth. The employees immediately start teasing them, asking when they're getting married. Instead of denying it, Nick promotes Ruby to department manager. A coworker nudges my elbow. "Chloe, you've been with Mr. Ferguson for ten years. You're really not going to say anything?" I let out a cold laugh and toss my equity transfer agreement to Ruby. "Mr. Ferguson, d