Disillusionment At Ten O'clock Novels & Stories

They didn't know they were watching a countdown. I walked over to the bed, collapsing onto the fur throws, still wrapped in the heavy black wool overcoat. I closed my eyes, the crackling of the fire sounding like the distant, echoing explosion of The Sovereign, counting down the hours until two in the morning. The clock was ticking, the empire was burning, and the devil was waiting for his final payment.

Mom and Dad have been divorced for ten years. One day, I come across a discussion thread. "Are all children of divorce having it hard?" I join the discussion. "Not always. Personally, I'm living pretty decently. After my parents' divorce, my sister and I were separated—one of us went to live with our paternal grandparents, and the other with our maternal grandparents. "For the last ten years, my parents have visited me once a year. Although they usually only stay for a few days, I can tell that they still love me." Within a minute, someone replies to my comment. "Girl, are you sure? My parents are divorced as well, but they can't bear to leave me at all. I've been with them since I wa

The world shifted from the "Great Reset" into the "Steady State." The tenth year of the Violet-Spring didn't feel like a revolution anymore; it felt like a Tuesday. The indigo haze that had once terrified the global markets was now as mundane as the morning dew, a soft hum in the background of human existence that made it impossible to stay angry for too long.

It was a good thing that my duty ends by ten o’clock—giving me additional time to study before I could sleep. Some people were clubbing like this would be their last night on earth. Some were sulking at the corner tables drinking with friends because of problems or heartaches. Some were meeting and dancing with the opposite sex whom they could continue to mingle into the morning. Some were moved like puppets on strings by ecstatic music, and some were almost rolling on the stage laughing.

The room was cloaked in murk, and my senses were still foggy from slumber. Confused and disoriented, I opened my eyes to find James, towering over me, his face etched with wrathfulness. Startled by his presence in my room, I stammered," James? What are you doing in my room?" With a tincture of vexation in his voice, James replied," Do you have any idea what time it is? It's formerly 10o'clock!" The weight of his words slowly sank in, and I realized the gravity of my unintended slumber. "Ten o'clock? Are you serious? I didn't realize I slept for so long. I must have been completely exhausted."

I waited patiently, watching the clock's hands move while listening to its ticking sound. Past 9 PM, Ares still hadn't arrived. Although I wasn't panicking or angry, I felt disappointed and downcast. It was the first time I had put effort into doing something for him, and it seemed like it was all going to waste. By 10 PM, I packed the food into the fridge for fear of it spoiling, then went up to the room and flung myself onto the huge bed.

Dazzle sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the floor. It was just 6:40am, the following morning. His thoughts were a tangled mess, swirling with doubts and fears that he couldn’t shake. The decision he was about to make felt monumental, like a heavy weight pressing down on his chest.

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Josephine By the time I drag my exhausted ass through the door, it’s past ten and I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck driven by corporate lawyers and fueled by pure malice. The apartment is dim except for the TV flickering like a digital campfire and the soft clink of ice against glass that signals Alexander’s found the good whiskey again.

I feel so dizzy like had been banged by baseball bat. I have no idea, what make them take so long to find Boy and his mom. I have some worried if they’re move to human pure blood and disguise. They make everything more complicated than before. I’ll make sure they burn in the damned hell. The big clock is vibrating, make a shocking sound. It’s show us if the day is 9.00 PM. “It will great if the dessert served in the living room. Let’s talk about the whole lies in the shadow.” Grandma smiles.