Orario Novels & Stories

"The countdown on my interface isn't just ticking backward anymore—it’s skipping! Look!" Vikram glanced down at the digital display on his wrist unit while maintaining his stride. The numbers were a chaotic, flickering mess of corrupted code, rapidly flashing through impossible configurations before locking onto a terrifying reality: 13:00:28... 13:00:19... 13:00:11... Time wasn't merely running out; it was collapsing inward, drawing the physical structure of Shimla along with it.

-ADRIAN POV- I've built my career on the principle that control is everything. It's the only thing that separates the people who succeed from the people who get swept away by circumstance and emotion. Control is knowing exactly what will happen before it happens. Control is building systems that work regardless of external chaos. Control is keeping the world at arm's length so nothing can touch what I've carefully constructed. And I'm very, very good at control. Which is why the assignment Marcus just handed me is simultaneously the most strategic opportunity of my career and the most genuinely irritating thing that's happened to me in months.

and it still would have rhymed. “As I was saying,” Viper said, clearly irritated. “That man’s name is Loro, which means parrot in Spanish. He’s called that because of his many colorful tattoos. Little did I know, just like a fucking parrot, he had a habit of repeating things that were told to him. So, tonight I removed some of his feathers, one-by-one, and I’ll continue to do so until every trace of my club is gone from his worthless body.” He shrugged. “It might take days. Loro has a lot of feathers.” “So, what’s your little tattoo removal service got to do with us?” I asked.

Dami suddenly found himself ranting. "Yes. Everyone was free for the meeting this morning sir. This is 11:58am" she checked her wristwatch for the time. "And they all have a VIP to make clothes for,most of them haven't come up with a design yet" "VIPs, I'll rather use a plural cause each designer has been subjected to 10 VIPs. The least is 8"she added hurriedly making sound with the heels of her shoes . "When did all this happen?" Dami asked her confused at how they had so much VIPs to make dresses for.

Victor : everyone haves work to do before 8:00am everyone will have been to his or her work, students will have goes to their various school the Time you sells food start from 8:00am which is not right cause only the old and the disabled will be at home , who can't work that's why I fix the time to 7:00 am so students and workers will buys not only just old people and disabled so MA that's is the way I actually sell two lorry of pizza's in an hour The manager can't just says a word except Manager : WOWWW stay tuned

Waking up I feel the warmth of Dax's body against mine just like it is every morning. I lay there and remember that I was meeting Sue for a coffee this morning, so I throw my arm out of the covers and feel around for my phone off the bedside table and open on eye to look at the time. Seeing that I had just over an hour to meet her I snuggle back in to Dax for twenty more minutes before slowly getting out of the bed so I don't wake Dax and get ready to go.

Sunday morning. I toss from side to side as Thea shakes the bed. It’s too early for whatever this is about. “I’m trying to sleep.” “And I’m trying to wake you up. Wake up!” Thea yells in my ear, making me jump. “What? It’s”, I turn to check the clock, “5:30 in the morning. Even the sun hasn’t woken up yet, why should I?” “Because it’s time for our morning run.” A voice replies. Thea and I turn to the door to find it open with West leaning on the doorframe.

I greeted the other line with my morning voice. "Finally!" He exclaimed causing me to move my phone away from my ear and look curiously at the auditive. "Hey! I just woke up! Don't scream!" I shouted back before putting my phone back against my ear. I even heard him laugh. "Sorry. I just wanna ask if you had seen Maze? Their call time is 8:00 am and their performance will be at 9:30 am but then, he's still not here. The other members are already here and they are all nagging me for not picking him up." Top said and I frowned before getting up from my bed.

I can feel it. Shawn answered with a hmmph. "What time do you get off?". "In about fifteen minutes, but I could leave any time. It's kind of dead in here. Besides, who the hell orders ice cream in the morning?", he looked down and then up at me with a smirk, waving his cone. Taking a large messy bite out of it, he shrugged, "Me". We wait fifteen minutes in silence and I clock out as my shift officially ends. Shawn leads me to his white Jeep, and I hop into the passenger seat. This better be good.

She took out her phone as she waited for the food, and saw Ryder's text. R: hey. Ryder here She rolled her eyes. Z: so? R: 4:30 @ Tim Horton's tmrw? Zehra scowled. Z: WTH do u think I am, huh? R: *smh* srsly? dat's not wat I mnt Z: *rolls my eyes* R: keep rollin gurl, but v need 2 talk Z: no R: pls mahn dis is 4 luke Z: wtvr