Novel & Cerita Disillusionment At Ten O'clock

Acting like the Accord and my life wasn’t falling apart was a lot harder than I anticipated. Business was usual for the Founding Ten and Blackwell company which meant the calls and emails started at 6:00 A.M. promptly. I slipped out of bed and quickly got dressed, giving Margot the much needed rest she deserved. Last night was emotionally exhausting for both of us. It was about to end, this facade of peace. I knew there would be judgments for my deceit, but knowing that the Court members were loyal and the Founding Ten didn’t have any other secrets that could destroy the Accord was a must before we revealed the truth.

] I turned off my phone and watched the scenery rushing past the window. This city held memories of my youth and love, but now I wanted to bury those memories with my own hands. On my first day in Gardenia, I threw myself into work. A new environment and a new project; being busy was the best distraction. Josh sent countless messages. Initially, these were explanations and apologies. However, they later became accusations and complaints. Josh: [Zoe, you're too impulsive!] Josh: [We've been together for ten years! Can't you give me a chance to explain?]

I thought you could save yourself…" "You thought?" She cut him off with a mocking laugh. "So you sacrificed me without hesitation." "We were together for ten years," he said, eyes reddened. "You know what kind of man I am. How could I ever want you dead? Are you really going to erase everything between us over this one mistake?" Mabel looked at him with pity and ridicule. "Yes. Ten years. "It took me ten years to finally see clearly. "In your eyes, I was nothing more than a pawn you could sacrifice for the family's interests."

I had caressed her head countless times. I could almost feel the sensation when I touched her head. However, in the next second, my palm passed right through her. I couldn't touch her at all. I froze. At the same time, a piercing pain welled up in my soul. At that moment, I realized more clearly than ever that I had died. I had been dead for an entire decade. By the time I recovered my senses, Seraphine was already walking into the distance. Just then, she stopped abruptly in front of a stall, stunned. Her figure exuded loneliness and arrogance, and her hands were clenched into fists by her sides.

Often, I waited until I was starving to death, only for them to return home jolly and well-fed. Similar occurrences repeated, and I started to cook for myself like I had done in the past. Maybe because I hadn't cooked for so long, my skills had deteriorated. Right now, I could only stare at the charred toast in front of me. That night, I ate alone. The bitter taste of burnt bread filled my mouth, spreading to my heart. My eyes grew red, and I couldn't control the tears rolling down my cheeks. I recalled my parents' harsh admonitions, Blake blaming me for everything and refusing to trust me, and Remy framing me for no good reason.

In his mind, I was still carrying his child. The biting wind lashed at my face as I sank to the ground. The cold seeped through the earth, chilling me to my core. I felt as though I'd been plunged into an icy abyss, numb and devoid of warmth. All my hopes, every last one, vanished. Only a single thought remained: I had to leave. I began walking down the roadside, the wind cutting against me, stripping away the last remnants of my strength. Somewhere along the way, I stumbled and fell, unable to summon the energy to rise again.

He knows the predator is in the room, but he can't see the teeth. I walk out into the hallway. The grandfather clock chimes. Dong. Dong. Dong. Ten o'clock. The house will be asleep by midnight. At 04:22, I will be reborn.

It was perfect. He glanced at the clock. It was already 10:15 PM. He had to go. He stood up, his legs feeling like they were made of lead. He moved on autopilot, stripping off his work clothes, the uniform of his daytime persona, and stepping into the shower. The hot water beat down on him, but he couldn’t feel it. His mind was a whirlwind of fear and anticipation.

He had lowered all his ego for the sake of setting foot here, so he wouldn't back down easily. "But I need a counseling session right now. I'm in serious trouble." Zillion's dominant and arrogant side began to emerge. He now looks so fierce with his gilt expression clearly printed on his aristocratic face. "Sorry, you can come back tomorrow at nine. Currently our psychologist has returned." “Tsk, not professional. It says here that counseling hours will be served until five o'clock, this is still five minutes before five o'clock. You should still be providing counseling services until five o'clock." Zillion shouted stubbornly.

We didn’t have time to build the friction. Thursday night was the first time the clock hit 10:15 and the screen stayed dark. I sat on my bed, his hoodie pulled tight around my shoulders, eyes glued to the time. 10:20. 10:30. The silence of the dorm room pressed against my eardrums until it turned into a low metallic hum. At 10:42, the notification flashed. Practice ran late. Media stuff after. Sorry. Can we talk tomorrow? I stared at the screen. My fingers hovered over the keyboard while the old doormat wiring tried to take the reins. It’s fine. No worries. Go sleep.