Six Times A Day Novels & Stories

Kainene replied for Ifenna. Ifenna just smiled as he felt pleased for her sharp and immediate response which he didn't expect. "So, if three thousand, six hundred seconds make up an hour," Ifunanya continued. "How many seconds make up a day?" "Twenty-four hours?" Ifenna asked. Ifunanya nodded. "Give me some extra time to calculate it," Ifenna said, looking away. "Seventy-nine thousand, two hundred seconds make up a day," Kainene replied, still stunning Ifenna who just shook his head and looked at her as if he had seen a ghost who had just woken up from the dead.

I nodded, my throat feeling too tight to speak. “Now, the schedule.” He leaned forward slightly, elbows on the desk, eyes locked on mine. “You’ll work six days a week. You’ll live at the house to care for Ava full-time, and you will have Sundays free. You may leave on Saturday evenings after her dinner, but you must return to the house on Monday morning before eight. Is that clear?”

He then rubbed his eyelids and let out a yawn before answering the call. “Dad, it's six o'clock. What is this about?” Rome mumbled, clearing his throat. “It's the weekend. You and I have a breakfast plan.” Mr. Ford's voice echoed from the speakers, sounding a bit excited and a little annoyed. “I know. But it's six.” “How long does the morning last for?” “From twelve a.m. to eleven fifty-nine a.m.” “Good. Those entire hours are breakfast hours, so get your butt down here. I want to make use of the time I have to my advantage.”

"You'll be busy with the company, and I'll be occupied managing the mansion and the various properties you bought under my name. If we tire ourselves out too much, we might both end up getting sick." "I know people who engage more than once a day, and they're as healthy as horses." "Four times a week," Suzie conceded once again. "Six times." "Five times." Suzie gave in once more, her glare still intact. Javier gritted his teeth. "Five days a week, two days off. The frequency will depend on the circumstances." Javier would only be able to exercise monk-like restraint for two days a week. Suzie: "...."

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Keith said in conclusion as he rose to his feet. "Oh, I'm also taking Jennabeth along." I hope y'all had a great read. Thank you for reading "Sixty Days With You." It truly had been sixty days with y'all. To read more of my books, check out the new MM Romance book I recently released titled ' KILLIAN'S GAME.' You'd love it and I promise it's a happy ending!!

I keep chewing as I watch him use his phone. As soon as I’m done, I ask, “D-do you smoke every day?” He calmly drops his phone to look at me. “Five times.” My eyes stretch wide. “Five times a day?!” He smiles briefly, leaning against the backrest. “Five times a month. Five times a day, and I’ll be dead somewhere…” I blink. “Monday evenings. And the last Friday.” “What if there are five Mondays in the month?” “I’ll skip it. Just five days.”

Caelen POV In Week twelve, the morning sickness hit at exactly six in the morning. Every morning. Precisely six. As if my body had set an alarm for it and considered this a reasonable way to begin the day. It gave me just enough warning to stumble to the bathroom before emptying my stomach violently. This had become routine over the past four weeks. Wake up. Make it to the bathroom. Vomit. Try to keep crackers down. Vomit again. Eventually function somewhere around noon, when the worst of it had passed, and my body agreed to be inhabited again.

And since that night, my mom and I have been taking very good care of each other. Four to five times a day on a daily basis."

“Can I have them now?” Richard counted out a reduced amount and placed them in my hand without saying a word, setting the bottle back on the desk. I swallowed them without water. “You have exceeded the daily dose.” He muttered as he placed the bottle on the desk. “Doctor Shin’s prescription was morning and evening. Not every hour.” “You nag more than my dad.” I dropped back to my chair and pressed two fingers to my temple. “My ears are genuinely about to bleed.” “But they aren’t, which means I am clearly not nagging enough.” Richard joked as he picked up the iPad. “A message came in.”