One Hour Books Novels & Stories

She had been waiting to read the book, but she was interrupted by unfortunate events the previous night. Flipping through the first page, she continued to the prologue where the story began. Arlene was too engrossed with the book that she didn’t notice that she had passed a lot of time. The book contained 30 chapters and she had read fifteen chapters at a go. She stopped reading when she heard her stomach rumble, so she closed the book and checked the time on her phone, it was 4 pm already. She turned on her data to check her i*******m feed and the writer’s forum she was on for updates.

I didn’t hesitate. I pulled Fifty Shades of Grey first (cliché, yes, but I needed an entry point), then The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty by Anne Rice, Story of O, a slim volume called The New Topping Book just to balance it out, and two anthologies with titles like Bound Hearts and Surrender to Me. The stack felt heavy in my arms, like contraband. I carried them to the my corner and hid them under the table. I sat down, and opened the first book.

I sent a message to my subordinate, Justin. "Bring a team to Argon City's Summit View Hospital. System maintenance." "Understood." The system, which had been running smoothly just seconds ago, instantly crashed across the board. No one could log in. No one could alter a single record. I let out a cold laugh. Edward's dirty little secrets? I'd expose them myself. I picked up my bag and walked into the hospital lobby. The security guard at the entrance was the first to spot me. He pulled out his baton, ready to drive me away.

While Felix were on his way going to his school. An event just crossed his mind. Thinking those things that happen in his high school years. He still not gotten' to pass through those unlucky days of his lives. In his first year of high school, he has been yelled by her teacher in Math and the reason for him to got kicked out from his class. And he never thought that upon walking his way out of the room, he suddenly stumbled to a chair near the door of the room where his teacher was standing. The book that he was holding flew in the face of his teacher and that makes her face turned into a red tomatoes.

Crazy dimwits. I stay quiet and walk away from them as quickly as I could although I could still hear them laughing and calling me names. I walk straight to my locker and hurriedly take out the books I needed so I could get to class before Gabrielle and her minions catch up to me or even worse get to class before me.

Watch out for “Striking Blow.” (Strike Zone Book #2) This is Pearl and Antonio’s story. Filled with international intrigue and subterfuge. Striking Blow Colombo. Sri Lanka. Pearl needed directions—a map—a freaking GPS back to herself. Finding her worth again meant starting with a physical transformation. For starters, the blonde princess staring back at her in the mirror wasn’t real, and it was time to pack “socialite barbie” away in a dark drawer; time to step away from the two-hundred-dollar haircut and her designer lifestyle.

Before leaving the room, she took one last look at herself in the mirror; "Ready to live my dream!" She said blissfully and left the room. * "How long will it take us to reach the ball?" Rania asks the driver while looking at the watch on her wrist, "We will be there within half an hour, Madam!" Say's the driver in his thick accent.

The view outside the window is nothing special—just the usual hustle and bustle of the city—but it is enough to distract me from the strange mix of emotions swirling inside me. I lean back, letting out a long breath as I try to calm my racing thoughts. The bouquet is still on my mind, but I force myself to focus on the stack of books I brought home. There are ten of them, neatly piled on the table, and for the first time in my life, I have decided to try reading a horror novel. The idea makes me laugh a little, though it is a nervous laugh. I hope I do not end up screaming so loudly that my baby decides to make an early entrance into the world.

Amazing, what is a better way to distract yourself than reading some dark romance books filled with smut. I got in the library and instantly felt a bit calm. Grabbing my favourite four books I got seated in a cosy comfortable corner, and started reading. An hour later I closed the fourth book in my hands as I groaned frustratingly. For god sake what's wrong with me? I couldn't even read a single book completely. I tried to read them for fifteen minutes and then put them aside while picking up another book. All of these books are my fucking comfort favourite books that I have re-read for so many times. The books whose MMC are my, to heart, book boyfriends.

Everything she'd built and rebuilt and rebuilt again was right there on the page in her own handwriting. She would read it in just a minute. She leaned back against the headboard. Just one hour, she thought. One hour and then she would think clearly and finish the plan and be ready for tomorrow. Her body needed one hour and then she would have everything under control. The notebook stayed open on her lap. The warmth moved through her steadily, unhurried, filling in every cold and tired place she'd been carrying around for weeks without letting herself acknowledge it. Her eyes closed. Just one hour, she thought again.