Off The Clock Book Novels & Stories

Recommend moving the timeline up. He locked the phone, slid it into his pocket, and closed the bookshelf. A moment later, the office door clicked shut, and the lock threw from the outside. I waited three minutes before I finally breathed out, my forehead leaning against the cool glass of the window. My legs felt hollow. Compliant. Asset. M.

My husband, Cillian Burke. King of the New York underworld. He runs his life on strict orders. Every second counts. Break his rules for more than three minutes? He strips my access. Instantly. Not a single second of grace. Today is our anniversary. I walk into the core lab three minutes late. Morning sickness. And just like that, I lose the purity test for my new drug. Liliana Croft is already sitting at my station. Taking my place. This is the fourth time. I fall one step behind. He punishes me without hesitation. He gives my world to Liliana. The first time. A Family meeting. I was two minutes late checking the books. He flew to the Vegas underground trade. He took Liliana instead of me.

She seemed to want to explain. I didn't give her the chance. "Everyone has been working hard lately. I'll have this kind of orange ordered for the whole office. When you get off work, each of you can pick up a case at the front desk." The open office instantly burst into cheers. "Thank you, Mrs. Hale!" "Mrs. Hale is so generous!" The girl's smile froze on her face. Her fingers twisted into the hem of her shirt until her knuckles went white.

I returned to the basement office just as the first pale, grey light of dawn began to cut through the mist outside the window. The clock read exactly 5:50 AM. I sat down on the wooden chair, smoothing out the front of my dry grey maintenance uniform. I folded my hands neatly in my lap, my face turning into a flawless, stoic mask of absolute innocence. The long night was over. The shadow audit was complete. I could hear the distant, heavy sound of leather boots clicking down the stairs, Cassandra Vance was arriving early with her guards, ready to spring her perfect trap. She had no idea that the little maid had stayed awake in the dark, rewriting the lines of the timeline, and turning her gra

Three hours until I'm supposed to meet Sasha at the coffee shop on Bleecker. She texted she has the dress and some news. I pace my room in nothing but a towel, hair still damp from a shower that wasn't cold enough to wash the memory of his hands off my skin. Every time I close my eyes I see Caleb's face at the breakfast table, casual as murder, telling Callum about Jade like I was already nothing. The intercom buzzes thirty minutes early. I wrap the towel tighter and press the speaker. "Yeah?"

If you think the fall off the chair was my only nasty experience, you're very mistaken. I, Gabriella Johansson, for the first time in my life tasted coffee made with actual toilet water and it didn't end there. I got locked in the office from the outside after everyone had left and my instincts tell me it wasn't coincidental, thank God for the security guard who heard me screaming or else, I'd most likely be the laughing stock of the entire company by now. "Good morning Jack." I greet politely avoiding the menacing gaze of my evil team members, who were out to get me.

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However, before going back to the past, you must make a contract with me. Aurora frowned slightly. Suddenly, she had a bad premonition. But right now, she had no other choice. Even if this damn watch offered a slave contract, she still had to sign it. In front of the watch fought condensed an ancient page of the paper, which gave off a pale yellow aura with cryptic characters. The clock spoke slowly, its voice still hoarse and hard to hear, but exuding a sense of power:

The clock seems to freeze the hands when we most want the hours to pass quickly. On the table in the refectory, the book I left marked on page 52. I resist reading it a little, after all, if I finish reading it quickly I won't have any distractions afterwards. But on the positive side, maybe Peter wakes up soon and there's no 'after' in this hospital, right? I ignore my daydreams and take the book in my hands again. Time to find out if the kidnapped little Clara will be found soon or not. “Ending the letter out loud under the watchful eyes of Lucas and my friends was not embarrassing, simply because everyone there already knew everything that had happened. Even the afternoon of the sex menti

He said it like a man who had just woken up from a dream he couldn't quite remember. I started to move toward him, but I stopped. Behind his tube, on the wall, there was a large digital clock. It wasn't counting time. It was counting down. **[OXYGEN RESERVES: 02:00]** **[HEATING SYSTEM: OFFLINE]** **[NOTICE: THE ARCHIVE HAS BEEN DELETED. ALL BACKUP DATA LOST.]** I looked at Rowan. I looked at the frozen world outside. We were in the real world. We were free.