Minutes To Midnight Book Novels & Stories

Encounters with people seemed a hurdle. The closing time of the bookstore was 7 pm, yet, he goes home near midnight occasionally due to forgetting the time. Books are fortes that take you off the world you know, off your hurdle to a place of adventure and discoveries of imaginary possessions; pals. Getting home, he unfurled his door and plunged the new book he picked from the bookstore onto his table. 'The Moonlight Slave' by Shadows. After plopping the book, he did his routine. Showering, eating leftovers, and hopping into his mattress with the book in his hand. He comfortably sighed and positioned the book on top of him.

Lock your little door. Midnight was eleven hours away. The first day of Free Use week. And I had nowhere else to be.

It was already midnight. "Just 16 hours more."

00 at night, I still have an hour to read this book. “I'm sorry, madam, it's only 09.00 at night, isn't bedtime every 10.00 at night? If I still have an hour and I can't sleep well, that's why I come here to just read a book to relieve boredom. Once again I'm sorry, if I have indeed violated a rule, please don't punish me with severe punishment."

Winter is definitely approaching quickly. I thought it was going to be difficult to light the fireplace but the moment I held the lighter close to the wood it lit up. I sat down on the floor so that I could be close to the fire. I glanced at the clock, 6:15pm. I leaned over and grabbed the first book from the couch. The lightening thief. Maybe I could read one chapter and go and try to sleep. It was already 9 pm, and I was really tired, but the book was so interesting, demigods, minotaurs, camp half blood ...

I could see a level of understanding cross the faces before me. “I was hidden away when my village was burned to the ground and sent out to the human world for protection. I only discovered my true identity a few days ago and yesterday I learned an even greater truth.” I had to stop once again to collect myself. I knew I had to show strength but the truth was I still hadn’t completely accepted everything I learned yesterday. It seemed that I was out of time. “All of you have heard the rumors and stories about the Midnight child. You have told your kids fairy tales and probably wondered if any of it had been true. It is.”

The names were carved into the deep-mahogany page of a weighted book I had struggled to open initially. Without a second thought, my curiosity got the best of me. I quickly trace the name horizontally, across the hundred dots, straightaway, aiming for the page number. “... and it's proof he doesn't agree. Don't you think so?” The voice nearing the door startles me, and I almost jump out of my skin, clearly guilty. I'm fast enough to slam the book shut before the door lightly creaks open. Colin comes in, a wave of surprise hits me, but before I can say anything, Shawn follows him in.

“a thought inducing read” Regardless, I didn’t put the book down till I was done. When I looked up, it was late, and I hadn’t even realized that I had been reading with the automatic sensor lights that had come on. My watch revealed that it was almost eight pm. I had been reading for almost twelve hours. I grabbed my laptop and opened it. Fifteen minutes later, I had ordered ten thousand copies of March Madness. I had only stopped at ten thousand because that was all that was printable at the moment.

I was in and out within thirty minutes. Aunt Rose blew me a kiss before she hooked her arm in Drake's and led him out, but he glanced over his shoulder toward me before they left. Micky gave me a wink and a single head nod before he took his exit. Once I was all alone, my heart raced and echoed in my head. The clock on the wall read 11:40 p.m. and the twenty minutes until midnight ticked by excruciatingly slow.

A plane carrying a woman and the ghost of my child away from me forever. Eleanor watched me like a hawk. Her eyes never left me for long. She was making sure I performed my part. She was making sure the Blackwood heir did not crack. When the clock struck eleven, a strange calm settled over me. It was almost over. In one hour, it would be midnight. Michelle would be gone. The problem would be erased. We returned to the mansion just before midnight. The silence of the grand house was a welcome relief after the noise of the gala.