Disillusionment At Ten O'clock Novels & Stories

Emma’s POV The clock in the grand foyer chimed 2:00 AM, a hollow, resonant sound that signaled the death of the party. Most of the rowing team had cleared out, leaving behind only the "survivors"—a few stragglers passed out on the velvet sofas and the lingering scent of stale beer. The high-octane bass had been replaced by a low, rhythmic hum of a chill-out playlist, making the vast rooms of the Carter estate feel even more cavernous and predatory.

Some were even trembling. A few tried to come forward and apologize. "Chairman Lane, we were misled by Mark Donovan. Please be generous..." I did not stop. I ignored them and walked straight out the front doors. As for those spineless fence-sitters, I did not even have the interest to step on them. The situation spread faster than I expected.

I pushed him to the door and coldly said, “Stop saying my name. It disgusts me.” Then, I closed the door and collapsed on the floor. Finally, I stopped holding my tears back. That night, I gave Silas a call. “I’d like to give it a shot.” I was nervous. After all, I had been away from the workforce for many years. “Give me your address. I’ll pick you up tomorrow.” I could sense him trying to suppress his laughter. I was plagued with insomnia the entire night. The next day, I was awakened by some voices outside my room.

My heart raced with anticipation, my mind replaying how I imagined the evening would go—his surprise, his smile, the laughter and warmth we’d share. But as the minutes turned into hours, my excitement began to wane. The clock struck ten, then eleven. Still no sign of him. My calls went unanswered, each one leaving me more frustrated than the last. By midnight, the candles were beginning to melt down to their bases, the soft flickering of the flames now feeling like a mocking reminder of how long I had been sitting there. With a deep sigh, I stood up and walked to the cabinet, pulling out a bottle of whiskey that Dominic kept for special occasions. Well, tonight was supposed to be special, wa

She was temptation dressed up like innocence, and God help me, I fell for it long before I admitted it. I glanced at the clock: 10:47 p.m. My eyes burned from staring at spreadsheets. The numbers blurred, the rows and columns swimming until I had to lean back and press my palms to my face. I should’ve shut it down, should’ve gone home, and gotten a few hours of rest before the next grind started. But I knew myself too well.

Someone nearby said thoughtlessly, "You two were together for ten years. I thought you were each other's first love." Clara's smile faded slightly. She took Nathan's hand and said casually, "We were young then and broke up briefly after a fight. Everyone makes mistakes when they're young, right?" Nathan said nothing, his gaze sweeping past me to the server. "Put the damages on my tab and let her go." He stood there with a calm expression. Aside from that initial moment of recognition, he didn't spare me a single extra glance. It seemed he wanted to make it clear to Clara that I was nothing more than a mistake from his past.

Please, spare me! Dad lifted Justin's chin with the tip of his shoe and looked down at him menacingly. His eyes were void of emotion as he asked, "With what you just said, are you telling me that you actually joined Selena, the orphan, in bullying and humiliating my daughter?" There wasn't a single ounce of emotion on Dad's face, but every word he said was coated in utmost anger and disgust. It scared Justin so much that he didn't even dare to hold Dad's gaze.

I had no interest in getting tangled up with her, so I turned to leave. However, she called out to me. "You’ve been grinding away at that crummy company for years, and you couldn’t even afford a car to get here? Falling flat on your face outside... What a joke!" I turned to face her, meeting that all-too-familiar face, and replied firmly, "That’s my business. It has nothing to do with you." She clenched her jaw. "Fine. Then, stay in the mud for the rest of your life!" She clicked away on her high heels, the sound sharp and unforgiving. Then, halfway down the hall, she paused, glanced back at me with a smug, almost triumphant expression.

During the thirty years I was Eric's mate, he was recognized throughout the pack as the perfect partner. It wasn't until a shewolf appeared at his funeral with a will that everything came undone. "Eric left a will before he died. Everything under his name belongs to me!" Her voice was shrill, and her eyes were filled with jealousy as she glared at me. "He forbade me from appearing in front of you while he was alive. "But so what? He gave his entire inheritance to me! I'm the one he truly loved!" Every word of the will was filled with Eric's deep remorse and desire to make amends to the shewolf. It was as if the thirty years we had spent together had all been a figment of my imagination

added Plot. The spoon from my hand dropped inside the bowl as I pushed my chair back then got up. “I have to go finish my project with Apple” I lied as I headed for the front door. “Be back before dark!” she yelled just as I shut the door behind me. I walked down the crowded 33 street with my body feeling numb. I had just killed Sophie and Ten but I felt nothing. Was I losing emotions or what? The old door slowly slid open revealing the dirt inside the small room that had become my nightmare, Ten’s apartment. I slowly walked inside as I recall the day I was inside it. I held on the walls then shock my head to get rid of the terrible nightmare.