Hours 127 Novels & Stories

He said, slightly biting her index finger "And if I'm to guess correctly, you didn't take breakfast before coming here, right?" "You some kind of seer? How did you know that?" He chuckled "Typical Steven" She rolled her eyes "Only on some days" "Shush!" She placed her finger on his lips "Say no more. I brought food" She said and made to stand up from his laps but he pulled her back "Aren't you hungry? The time's past 12pm and you must have left the house since 7am" "Of course I'm hungry" He replied "But for this" He reached out and grabbed the zipper which was in front of her dress and pulled it down, the jutting swell of her breasts coming into view

I bit my lower lip and I really feel the strange wind around this room. I was about to leave the room when someone approached me and grabbed my hand. "Who are you?" I freaked out and I hid my hand that she touched a while ago. I saw a woman, I guess she was above thirty year old because of her white hairs and the wrinkles on her face. "Don't be scared, I'm not going to bite you," she said. I looked around and I saw a lot of people looking on us, but later on, they focused themselves again on doing what they are doing a while ago before I entered this room.

Spoke without turning around. “We have twelve hours.

A. On arrival, she set to work. Her schedule stated that she had an appointment with Sarah to make amendments to a few arrangement. One of the orders she had to send out appeared really weird. The order was a bouquet of bleeding heart, which was one of her favorites. People hardly got the bleeding heart. What was more shocking was the fact that the delivery address was to her shop. It was an online order so she had no single idea who it could be. She checked if she could get more details about the customer but there was nothing except a number. The number went straight to voicemail when she dialed it.

The setting sun was melting into liquid gold over the sea, the evening breeze was gentle, and layers of waves were lapping against the shore. I was wearing a simple white research coat and thin-framed glasses, with my long hair tied up casually. I looked clean, composed, and utterly at ease.

with as much sass as possible. He snorted and said "Be ready babe, your 48 hours starts at 8 tomorrow! I hope you are all set to have a wild time" I could feel him smirking before the line got disconnected. Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? phew! I asked myself while getting out of the store and fanning my face. I couldn't stop my giddiness now. I can't wait for tomorrow!

Maybe the two of them would hit it off just fine. Alright, so he would pick Levi up at 12. Wait… why did that number seem so familiar? 🤔 Noah’s eyes dropped down to his wrist where his smartwatch was displaying the current time in big white numbers: 12:10 …Fuck.