Disillusionment At Ten O'clock Novels & Stories

The void in me expanded and It left like I laid down on the tracks waiting for a train to run over me. The Deal between Calla and I was done,and so were we. I stood by the wine celler,forced to stay in the shadows as everyone else enjoys the party. It was already past 9pm and the after party was just staring. Most of the guests went back to their resistance to change while some stayed back.

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.

Across the suite, the city continued to glimmer, a vast and indifferent entity. Perfectly chaotic. I placed the phone down, turning my attention back to the expansive view beyond the glass. The players were strategically positioned, moving as I intended. And this time, I was determined to leave no loose ends. --- **ELON’S POV** It took me a staggering twelve minutes before my evening descended into chaos. Honestly, that had to be some kind of personal record. As I stepped out of the building and into the bracing night air, a familiar buzz echoed from my coat pocket.

I only care about leaving. When I realized they weren't any minute close to being done with their meal, I dropped my cutleries on the plate, pulled out my chair, and got ready to leave. It was almost ten thirty and I wouldn't love to walk in the dark cos only the heavens knows what lurks in the darkness these days. A lot of crazy things have been happening around the pack and people are being advised to be in their homes by ten. "I'll love to retire for the night. Goodnight everyone," I gave a fake smile once their eyes landed on me.

He looked at his watch, and as soon as the time clocked 10 pm, he said to himself: “It's showtime.”

he said. Don held his gaze. The pause — the considering that preceded the confirming. "Yes," he said. "In the tenth year, briefly, the inside account can see itself from outside." He looked at the study window — the January estate, the structure without decoration, the bare bones of the garden that would be full in the spring, the quince trees skeletal against the winter sky, the foxglove bed dormant under its blanket of frost. "Not truly outside. There is no truth outside anymore. But from the threshold. From the tenth year's position, looking back at the nine."

He wake me up at midnight and took me again, and another one at dawn until I totally pass out. I woke up in the afternoon and I can't feel my lower half, I tried to move and I saw a painkiller and water at the night stand, I reach it and drink two pills. I wait to kick in the medicine and move again. As I sat I see that I was still naked under the duvet. I was looking for Pete but he was nowhere to be found, and it sank in my mind that maybe he regret being with me and my heart aches.

Having worked out a collaboration with the investors, I left the restaurant alone and waited by the curb for the company car. It was late autumn, and the trees were mostly barren save for a few amber-colored leaves. The sun was setting, and the sky was painted orange and indigo as it heralded the twilight hour. "Tess." A light breeze scattered the leaves along the street, and I turned to see Jonathan standing behind me. He looked more haggard than I remembered, and his normally straight back looked slightly hunched, as if he had been carrying a heavy weight. His eyes were bloodshot with dark circles under them, and he hadn't bothered shaving, either. His clothes were rumpled, too.