Off The Clock Book Novels & Stories

Chapter Six. Olivia's POV By the time the clock hit 7:43 p.m., the office was so quiet I could hear the hum of the espresso machine settling in the breakroom. The city vibrated below us, glowing, like the world kept going without us—and for once, I didn’t mind being left behind.

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, 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 2 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—and armor against my own intentions and walked to his office.

"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."

“If he remembers, everything begins again.” 💀 The notebook slammed shut. 💥 Every shelf in the room started shaking violently. Books fell everywhere. The giant clock began moving for the first time. ⚡ 3:13 3:14 3:15 🕒 The moment the clock moved— A scream echoed through the room. 😱 Not from Aaira. Not from Ilyaan. From somewhere behind them. 🌑 Slowly… Very slowly… They turned around. And saw a boy standing in the darkness.

Shey's POV "Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.." The sound of the antique wall clock reverberated from one corner of my office to the other. An hour before our scheduled date, I am still swamped with back to back meetings and tons of papers I needed to sign. I already knew going out of the office at two in the afternoon today was not a good idea. And yet, I intentionally set it up at this very hour. This would pose as a great alibi for my scheme.

A statue of a white wolf, with prominent blue eyes was built up at the pinnacle and below it was a large clock, ticking away. This was the clock. I rushed up the aisle, stepping onto the altar as I stood before the clock to see clearly. Then I realized that this clock was different from the usual ones we knew. Its values were a six hour interval where the seconds value was supposed to be. And a twenty-four hour interval for where the hours were supposed to be. What day is twelve o'clock? Twelve o'clock? Oh. She was talking about the northern cardinal. "Thursday." And where is the hour hand?