Disillusionment At Ten O'clock Novels & Stories

The tenth engagement party was a shadow of the ones before. The banquet hall felt hollow. Neither Felicity Hill's parents nor mine bothered to show up. Her folks were mortified by her repeated stunts, while my mom and dad were fed up with the public humiliation. They'd even threatened to disown me if I didn't cut ties with her. I told myself that this was the last time. Felicity stood beside me, but her eyes weren't on me. She kept sneaking glances at her watch, then at the double doors. I knew who she was waiting for.

It came with a profound, settling clarity, as quiet and irreversible as the closing of a book. “I’m not willing to accept this,” I said. The air left the room. He studied me, his head tilted slightly, as if I were a complex piece of code he was trying to debug. “You don’t mean that,” he replied, a trace of that old arroganceThe air in his studio, usually thick with the scent of turpentine and possibility, now felt thin and sharp, like the air before a storm breaks. I could see the fracture in his eyes, a tiny, hairline crack in the obsidian calm he always wore. It wasn’t anger. It was something worse: a cold, clinical disappointment.

Your project has been suspended indefinitely. Zachary froze, disbelief written all over his face. "Suspended? Why? This project was on track for a national award!" Winston sneered. "An award? With what funding? Our largest sponsor withdrew their investment this morning, and they were very specific about their reasons. They're pulling the plug because of you!" Zachary was stunned. "Which sponsor? I've never even met them. How could I have offended anyone?"

Since he couldn't find me, he then forced me to contact him on my own. How heartless could he be? I let out a breath and wiped my tears. "I'll never apologize! You're angry after waiting for me at City Hall for one day… Then what about me? I have waited for you a hundred times! I won't marry you anymore. You can marry whoever you want! I wrote that piece for you… But you gave it away! We're done!" Theodore couldn't react to everything and simply yelled back angrily, "Ellena! Just when are you going to stop this madness? Come back and…"

***** A few hours ride from London, two days later Rumble of hooves split the air as a rider passed through the narrow track in the remote country lane. For the last few hours, Ashton had been traveling the lonesome path to London on horseback. Up ahead the long road seemed endless, a vast emptiness stretched away into infinity. The biting wind pierced through his fine clothes and into his bone, but he didn't care. He was in a dark frame of mind, one clouded by anger and disillusionment. All at once everything he'd believed in his life turned out to be one big lie.

Staring at that empty road Nicolas paused. He returned to the reality from the world of his thoughts with the loud Ding sound of wall clock which was indicating 1 AM of night. He sighed in disappointment then he started to walk towards his room. It was late, he fell on the bed without even changing his dress only after putting off the coat.

He confiscated the alcohol one by one and dumped them all into the trash bin. ELAINE jumped out of bed, glancing at her clock on the nightstand. Her eyes widened as she figured it was already nine in the morning. Her shoulders slouched in disappointment. The small rays of the sun coming from the small crevice of her room had proven that it was already late. She could not believe herself. How could she let herself sleep that long? Usually, even though she would take a sleeping pill, she's already awake at six. Elaine groaned. Disappointed in herself. She dragged herself out of her bed, exhaling in frustration. Tan had probably left for work. She never even got to see him last night.

To climb the highest mountain killing innocent people was a law. “What should we do with the body, Mr. Muriel?” One of the men asked. “Let the daughter know he’s the death.” Stefan said before walking to the entrance of the bodega and act like nothing had happened, The night had fallen, 7:00 p.m. and the day was barely finishing. Rebecca couldn’t be any more tired in the same as her friend Judith. When the last client got out of the salon, Judith and Rebecca could finally see a moment of rest.

The atom of surprise, a very old trick in the books that always worked ninety percent of the time was what they were going to be using. Their match was by 10 O’clock in the morning, but Henry found it really difficult to fall asleep through out the night, he just kept on pondering about the possibility of them making a change in their curse. His emotions were all over the place, as frightened as he was, he still had a lot of hope in his team and mostly in his skill.

he snapped, turning away to hide the flicker of frustration that threatened to surface. The clock ticked on, marking the passage of time in a room that seemed suspended. Cathleen's meal came to an end, and she glanced at the digital display—2:00 a.m. A pang of guilt twisted within her; he'd cooked for her at this ungodly hour. The realization unsettled her, stirring up something she couldn't name.