One Hour Books Novels & Stories

|To my readers, this chapter is a bit extreme as it contains BDSM and torture. Feel free to skip this if it makes you uncomfortable.| Ava's POV Whatever we did in the first round was child's play. This time, my hands were bound above my head while on my knees as Davin circled me for a while. “Look at me, Ava.” He commanded but I kept my gaze down, my lips curving a bit when I knew what being defiant would get me.

I never imagined Antonio would have something like this here. I spent hours browsing through the shelves, looking for something to pass the time. I found several erotic books that taught about sex and dominance, but there was this particular one that caught my eye: *Fifty Shades of Grey*. I had heard about the book before but never read it. Curious, I took it back to my room, along with a few others, and started reading. Days passed, and as I turned the pages, I began to fully understand.

My hands skimmed the books stacked in the book shelves, and time ticked by painfully slow as I took Alpha Nolan's younger brother's advice and stayed inside the room. It had been over two hours since I slept and woke up on the white and gold bed, so I decided to take a look at all the books that were in the book shelves. The writing on the spines were mostly fading away, gathering dust as they had no use for the people who lived here. I admired some of the old classics and new books as my eyes wandered over every title. I had gathered a stack of books in my hand, picking the ones I wanted to read and taking them out. So far I had five books which were classics that I knew would peak my inter

he instructed me. “Alright” Taking the keys from him, I wait for him to leave. “You have one hour and twenty minutes” he added as he decided to leave. My eyes widened. Forty minutes have already passed. I should be quick. I started with the top shelf corner. It took me twenty minutes as I went through every page, reading history, about curses and stuff. One hour passed by and I was losing my hope as only two books were remaining. Only twenty minutes and I went through the remaining two books. My heart was saddened when I did not find the cure. With an angry growl, I kicked the shelf. And a small leather book fell down. Frowning, I took a look and flipped it.

she began to go on, “not a surprise since she’d always say her kind of paradise would be a library.” “So if you want, you can go upstairs to read that book you’re holding,” said someone beside me, her voice soft and light like a caress of a feather. I craned my neck to see a woman with unruly hair as red as blood and bright blue eyes, pointing her index finger up. “Only for a maximum of three hours for one book. Once the time is up, we will begin to charge you ten lums per hour," she told me with a set face.

My legs carry me inside, passing the shelves lined with books, stalking around the table, my fingers trailing over the smooth surface as I walk. My fingers paused on the worn edge of a familiar book with a crescent moon carved at the front, the one with no name. Picking it up, fall into the chair. I roll backward then turn around, with one hand, I push back the curtain, popped a foot under me, and I get comfortable, and start reading. The book is a short one, I finish it in an hour and a half, and I remain staring at the book afterward.

She only had an hour and thirty minutes left. Not a minute added. ..... A/N : What do you think guys? Have you finally gotten an answer to the rhetorical question in the introductory chapter of this book? Awaiting your reply... Thanks...

My reflection looked like a stranger's eyes faded, lips pressed tight. And then, almost without noticing, I whispered to the glass, to the city, to myself: “Just one night of freedom. That’s all I need.” As the city lights shimmered, a dangerous thought took root in Ava’s heartone that would fire everything that followed. *One night to run, one night to burn.*

“I am so glad I am done with Orthopedics”, Chance groaned as he chugged down on the food. He hadn’t had a peaceful meal ever since his internship started in the department of Orthopedics. 31 Days, he spent working his ass off forgetting eating or sleeping. There were days when he went for 36 hours straight. All because of that Dr. Tyrant, aka Dr. Terence Tyson. Oh how much he loathed that third year resident. He was treated as if he were a personal slave.

Exactly what I had spent hours repeating to myself. I pull the last book with the title Secrets of Time from the shelf. My hand gripped the book tighter as it was the same book Traian had in his home. I went through its pages. And after 30 minutes, I felt like I was reading the first book I picked in this room when I already read and browsed almost 15 books. My legs started to quiver and I sank to the ground, feeling as though my energy had left my body. The book dropped with a loud thud.