Six Times A Day Novels & Stories

“That’s usually when six happens.” “Hockey players are deeply unwell people.”I murmur nodding my head as I laugh. “And yet you’re writing about us.”He says and Unfortunately for me, the way he said us did something weird to my stomach again. Yeah! I already know he’s bad news I just need to convince my flipping stomach and pulse what my brain already knows.. He’s bad news and he’s just a freaking job! NEXT DAY Waking up by six in the morning should honestly be illegal.

108 times As a chanter, you chant these words twice every day. That is midday and midnight. It is your obligation as a chanter to do. If by any means and you couldn’t chant, then you have to make sure that you have to complete two circles of chant. In others words, you must chant to cancel the debt. If you have followed me closely I am trying to say that in all situations you have to chant. You don’t have any excuse why you can’t chant. At midnight we have to chant. So you can relax and chat with your wives.

“So they ran away. Did you chase them?” “Our pets will take good care of that matter. It’s not alarming.” “What if we can’t wake up early tomorrow?” Wagner said. “You will, there’s a wake-up call,” Sojin smirked before leaving. The door closed in a loud smash. “Where should I take a shower?” Wagner said. “Wow. We’ve been through a lot, and that’s what you’re thinking right now?” I rolled my eyes. “Of course. I am a hygienic person. Usually, I shower thrice a day especially if I’m not in a mission. I shower once, at least on a busy schedule before I go to bed.”

"Six more days." "One hundred and forty-four hours." He turned to look at me. "You did the math at three a.m., didn't you." "Don't judge me." "Never." He found my hand under the blanket. "One day at a time. Remember?" "One day at a time," I agreed. Claire kicked firmly, punctuating the promise. Outside, the afternoon continued quietly. Inside, we counted down. Together. Six more days.

“Are you good?” Miles swallowed the piece of pepperoni pizza he was chewing and took a drink before answering me. “I’m decent. It’s going well. We practice four days on weekdays and one during the weekends. Although on weekends, we only practice for two or three hours. We do four to six hours a day on weekdays.”

Day 1~6 - 12 and three quarters;1 -6; 6 and a half hour - 8 and half. Day 2~ 5 and half hour - 12;12 and quarter - 3 and half; 4 - 6; 6 and three quarter- 8 and three quarter Day 3 ~ 5 and half hour - 12; 12 and quarter - 3 and half; 4 - 5 and half; 6 - 8 and three quarter Day 4 ~ 6 – 12; 12 and quarter - 3 and quarter; 3 and three quarter - 5 and three quarter; 6 – 8 and half hour;9-11.

I just shrugged at them. “What?” I said to them, “It’s going to come out as shit from my butthole anyway so why bother?” They just rolled their eyes. The rest of the four remaining working days of the week has been the same routine: we rise up at around six, their Omegas serve us breakfast, we work for eight hours with only two glasses quenching our thirst every three hours, and we have our rather simple dinner.

Ocean's POV She's been gone for six days. I know exactly because I’ve been counting every single one. Not on purpose, but the days have a different shape now. A hollow, empty shape I thought I’d forgotten and never wanted to remember again. I get up at five in the morning, work until midnight. Sleep like shit for a few hours, then do it all over again.

Sarah says, "I'm off the weekend, so I was hoping that Justin required more practice. I'm free whenever." "Great, I have nothing planned yet, so we can get you on the table anytime," replied Justin. "I wouldn't mind another one if you have any time or energy left when I get home," says mom. "I'm sure I will, mom, you know I can't make a living if I can only do one massage a day. I have to be able to get through at least 3 or 4 a day. Like two before lunch and two after lunch." Sarah thinks to herself, "You can have me for lunch." Then she admonishes herself for her immoral thoughts.

“You look awake.” “I am.” “Long day?” “Normal day.” I set my glass down, pulled off my flats, leaving them by the door. The floor was cool under my feet. “Just a lot of moving.” “The launch stuff?” “Some of it. Mostly studio things.” I picked up my glass again. “Locked in now. Just waiting.” “Six days.” “Six days.” She glanced at me. Not worried. Just checking. “You nervous?” “No.” “Not even a little?”