Six Times A Day Novels & Stories

I asked “All of a sudden, she started giving me some kind of attitude I don't understand,” Daymon explained. “ On a norm, we talk up five times a day then it reduced to three days and then we don't talk in days and she won't be bothered, she is always saying she is busy”

Three days later "Finally my precious Sunday has arrived." Nandini smiled as she over dramatically threw herself on her bed. "I can sleep till late in the morning. Oh my precious sleep!" She rolled on the bed, grinning. That was when her eyes landed on her table where the capsule ingredients were safely placed. She remembered that she had to make a stronger dose of those capsules of hers. Throughout the week, she had a hard time staying in a closed space with him even with the capsules that she consumed in the interval of every three to fours hours.

On bus. February. Waving. At nothing. At air. At brother. “Day 476,” Adrian said. 62 BPM. Watching road. Where bus was. “How’s 1 through 6.” “One’s on bus,” I said. “Two and three are 3. Four’s 6 months. Five’s Bear. Six is… us?” “Six is us,” Susan said. “Seven is home. Math checks out.” _Thump._ *2:59 PM. [SFX: CLOCK. THEN GATE. THEN RUNNING.]*

His head spinner with T the every beep sound of his phone. Before he could check the notifications, his gaze landed on the time and date on the phone screen. He pulled the brake hard, “What the fuck! Did I sleep for six days?”

The sharp beep of a W******p notification dragged me out of sleep at exactly 6:30 in the morning. I groaned softly and buried my face deeper into my pillow. Absolutely not. Nobody should be awake this early on a Saturday. For almost thirty seconds I debated ignoring the message completely before anxiety slowly crept into my chest again.

Her parents were not stupid, were they? "Not bad." After a short while, she said so. She felt that this answer should be proper. Xavier curled his lips and stared at Zena's eyes... Zena coughed lightly and gathered her hair around her unconsciously, "I... wake up at six o'clock every day to do morning exercises, and then have breakfast. There will be a regular meeting at 7:30 a.m., and then I should work on time at nine o'clock." "What's the content of your work?"

Silence enveloped the room for what felt like forever until she said, “Your evening dose is by 6.00. Don't be late.”

"Wet? You're already wet, aren't you? I can tell by the way you're squeezing your thighs together." "You're cruel." "And you love it." I do. God help me, I do. "Six o'clock," he breathes against my skin. "Don't be late." I press my hand to my chest, trying to steady my breathing. Six o'clock. I already know I'll be counting every second until then.

Fiona shoved Ryker in, and I trailed after them. Six years had passed. So much had changed. The sea of roses at the villa entrance had long been torn out. Most of the furnishings inside had been replaced, and everything now belonged to Ryker. There wasn’t a single trace of me left in the entire house. "Fiona, if he never shows up, maybe don’t make things harder on yourself." "No!" Fiona cut him off immediately. "This is what Xavier owes you! Why should he get to hide in there for six years while you ended up crippled?! Xavier will spend the rest of his life making this up to you!"

196 DAYS I stare at my wall clock as I listen to the non”stop ticking. Since when did that ticking become so deafening? In addition to the clock ticking, I'm starting to feel a twitch in my eye. The clock is getting on my nerves. The rain is coming down outside. That makes me kind of sad. I need it to stop. I need the sun to come back. 196 days.