Off The Clock Book Novels & Stories

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 stopped near the blank-faced Vespera. "The Audit is over," Philip said, his voice solemn. "But the damage is done. The Library has a hole in it now. A hole where the future used to be." He pointed toward the great doors. Inside the darkened hall, a massive, golden clock was ticking. But it wasn't ticking forward. It was ticking backward. "The 'New Buyer' Vespera mentioned... they didn't want the books," Philip said. "They wanted the Clock of First Causes. And they’ve already set it to the day the North fell."

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.

The CEO’s Midnight Rule Chapter 1 The clock on Lena Hart’s computer read 12:47 a.m. when she finally leaned back in her chair and let out a long breath. The marketing floor of Voss Enterprises was completely dark except for the single lamp on her desk and the soft blue glow of her monitor. Everyone else had left hours ago. Only the cleaning crew and the security guard downstairs knew she was still here, and even they probably thought she was crazy.

“Teach me how to play the part of a 'normal man.'” The grandfather clock in the corner chimed. Two o'clock. The countdown had begun.