Orario Novels & Stories

"You're restless." Luna didn’t turn immediately. Her senses were prickling, instinct coiling like a spring in her gut. "Something’s wrong. I feel it." Kael’s arm slid around her waist. "Is it the scouts?" She nodded. "The ones from the East haven’t returned." His jaw tensed. "Three days now." Before they could speak further, a horn blew in the distance—sharp, urgent, panicked. Warriors leapt to their feet. Kael and Luna took off toward the gates.

It was about 4:32 in the evening, and Alessandro was about to head to his office; he wore an all-black suit with a few buttons undo, revealing his manly hair, chest, and tattoos. He also had a gold watch wrapped around his wrist. He looked delicious. It was a shame we couldn't go for round 2 right now because I definitely would. He walked up to me giving me a quick goodbye kiss before heading out the door. My mind went back couple of hours ago when he asked me if I wanted to move to Italy with him, the thought made my heart pump out of

We approached the desk and Delilah did the talking. "Buongiorno," the lady looked up and greeted us with a smile. "Abbiamo due incontri in programma questa mattina. Uno alle dodici e trenta e l'altro alle dodici e quaranta." [We have two meetings scheduled. One at twelve-thirty and the other at twelve forty.] The lady looked down at her computer.

But I couldn't. I took out my phone and messaged my mother if I could spend a few days with them. Without waiting for her response, I turn off my phone and start to work, in order to get my mind off the letter. And what was written in the letter? 'Next time, use the green' _____________________________ -VOTE- -COMMENT- -STAY SEXY AND SAFE-

While Damien had his lips twitching at his twin's ridiculous behavior towards their friend who also lost his mind after having to be separated by that woman. Zachandro also itches his lips as disgust flashes past his eyes hearing what Omorfus had just said to him. He took a deep breath as he tried not paying attention to those words. Finally getting rid of it. Zachandro continued to say once again "What time is it right now?" Zachandro asked as calmly as possible. Omorfus on the phone was confused as he tilted his head and looked for the time. "It is already at 10, why?" Omorfus answered in response, very confused.

I announced and beamed up at him. What? Half past eleven? Startled, I took another look at my glittering new gold watch. "It isn't half past eleven, it's half past ten," I heard Marco say patiently. "The watch—it's set an hour ahead of Greenwich Mean Time. That's the time in Italy right now. Cara," he gave me another concerned look, "are you sure you're okay? Are you still dizzy? Maybe I should ask Reception if there's a doctor—?"

In the end of her blabbering she didn't get any response. "Are you done?" Came the deep husky voice with Italian accent and heart skipped a beat.

'Ooh, this place is cool', said Oreo, looking at every part of the room. 'I still couldn't get used to the speaking part, it's weird', thought Ben as he looked through the instruction monitor. 'Dude, I can still hear you, you know that right', said Oreo. 'Yeah Sorry', replied Ben sheepishly, scratching his head. 'Okay according to the Instruction monitor, my alarm will ring at 5 am and I got to get ready before 7 am for the meeting at the auditorium tomorrow alone, Oh… I can change the alarm time too, and this is my schedule for tomorrow's class…

They must be waiting for me somewhere. As the train jerks, slowly crawling out of the station, I settle into my seat. I’ve theorised that it must take a few days for the train to make the full trip. Maybe a week even. Just as those thoughts consumed my mind, a small screen planted into the back of the seat in front of me flashes. First Destination : Territory Of Fate Time of Travel : 26 hours. Sighing deeply, I settle into my seat. With no belongings aside from the clothes on my back, I peel off my jacket and use it as a pillow. A few seats in front of me, I hear someone’s muffled cries.

The worst thing is that this is the way I’ve spent the rest of the week: remembering the moments we had together and that apparently, I was the only one that treasured them. “Working overtime?” It was a Saturday morning and the building was empty, so it was a normal reaction that I freaked out jump in my seat because of the voice that sounded behind me. “I was just concluding some details of the Steward account.” “So I could hear.” his presence dwarfed the office and he was only standing in the doorway. And that scent that came from him… Fucking Jean Paul Gautier.