Novel & Cerita Off The Clock Book

David pov One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight—slowly, I shut my eyes, listening to the tick-tock of the clock on my office wall. The place is buzzing with chatter, but all I can focus on is that watch. Olivia is over there with her parents, avoiding eye contact after what went down earlier. Not that I care, right?

Murphy backed off quietly, sliding behind the bush quickly, as she pulled the parchments out of her bag quietly, the gleam was a dim one, and the words started to dissolve again. This time the date mentioned was not any older, it was the same one, there was some instruction written on those pages, Tick tock goes the clock, unmuzzled. It takes longer to go around to 12 Slow and steady, with careful gait, Turn back the clock to face our fears, To know from where did they start ticking. Look deep in the soul for the answers you seek, To radicate, locate it completely. To know from where does it bleed. So, tick tock goes the clock.

I lay Topaz down inside her litter box and went on to arrange her cage, clean it out, change the mat and replace her feeds, some nice pellets and dried shrubs, this animal would make me bankrupt soon. I had to make everything in my room chew proof else Topaz would have bitten and chewed all my favorite books, yeah I don't offer literature but I do love and read their recommended novels; pride and prejudice, Wuthering heights, castle of Otranto, Othello, I was a fan of old school works, heck a part of my room was a 1990s shrine. I let Topaz hop out of the litter box so I could empty it, I tied the waste up in a black trash bag and headed downstairs. I closed my eyes and inhaled briefly as the

Their eyes kept darting to the digital clock in the corner of the screen as though sheer willpower could make it move faster. Malik checked his phone. “How is it only 11:41? That’s illegal.” “Time doesn’t speed up because you glare at it,” Denise replied, settling more comfortably into the couch. Ava leaned back on her hands, restless. “I don’t trust clocks. They stall on purpose.” “You two need hobbies,” Dominic murmured. “We have hobbies,” Malik protested. “We’re festive.”

Clara sat at a reception desk, her auburn hair pulled back in a severe bun, answering a phone that never stopped ringing. They didn't look at each other. They didn't know each other. The boy stood in the corner, his small suit perfectly tailored, his bronze eyes watching the Reader. "Chapter 159: The Clock-In," the boy whispered. He tapped his watch. It wasn't an hourglass. It was a Countdown. "You have ten seconds to accept the new Terms of Service, Architect. If you don't... I’ll have to Delete the Archive of every chapter you’ve ever loved. All 158 of them. Erased. Like they never happened."

She hoped to find solace in work, a distraction from the unnerving events at home. But the moment she stepped into her office, her blood ran cold. The large digital clock on her wall, usually set to local time, flashed erratically, the numbers shifting and twisting into unreadable symbols. “What the hell?” she whispered, moving closer. Just then, the clock went dark, the lights flickering off for a split second before returning to normal. Ava’s heart pounded in her chest. Was she losing her mind? Orion, watching from the corner of the hallway, leaned lazily against a nearby wall, arms folded. “Effective, isn’t it?” he whispered to himself, barely audible.

“I didn't know your choices of books for reference, so I only picked mine.” “Great. Just Great. This is a trap.” I muttered. “Huh?” “Oh, it's nothing.” I said quickly. “I'd head to his office now. He's still there, right?” “Yep. But I think he has classes by 2pm so, hurry up.” “Sure, thanks girl.” I said, hung up the phone and threw it on the bed. “Ughhhh,” I groaned loudly and pulled my hair. I walked to my closet reluctantly to find something to wear. I picked out jeans and sweater—an armor against my own intentions and walked to his office.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to find the answers that will satisfy my curiosity. I was about to turn off my laptop, when a link popped up on my screen. Without any hesitations, I opened it. There were only few words listed on this page. It says that there is an unknown author who wrote a mysterious book which contained everything about death, clock birthmarks, soul mates and ill-fated relationships. I spent time searching for it. The title of the book is Hidden and just like it's name, it was nowhere to be found. My mom and dad also accompanied me to the clinic where Callie used to check up but Dr. Alvidarez was no longer there. Same goes to Dr. Montressor.

I sighed in relief as I read the name “A Clockwork Orange” I looked around to see if anyone was looking and opened the book, all the pages were cut out, and a burner phone was placed in the middle. I grabbed the phone, slammed the book shut, and placed it back on the bookshelf. I shoved the phone into my bag and walked out of the library. My hands were trembling, my legs were shaking. I looked around and a smiling Layla came into my view. Not knowing what to do, I started rambling about random things, "Hi, I was busy for a few days with my birthday and all—"

"Women understand women best. She knew she couldn't compare to me, so she degraded herself." As she spoke, she stepped forward and comfortingly stroked Julian's shoulder. Her fingers slid downward, seductive intent in her eyes, and she reached for his belt. Just as she was about to undo it, a sharply dressed lawyer walked toward them. "Mr. Vance, Ms. Stella Acker has a document that requires your personal receipt."