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.”

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!!

Monday morning was quite alright just as it used to be. At exactly 6:29 am, I was up, ready in my hands was a big glass of lukewarm mixture of distilled water and fresh lemon juice. I never missed a weekday without taking my healthy to-go diet drink. Then the rest of other human daily activities were carried out; brushing of the teeth, bathing, friendly greeting with roommate, special preparation of healthy salad with extra virgin oil dressing(and also another glass of lukewarm lime and water mix) ten minutes of frog jumping (for exercise of course) and I was off to work.

he chuckled, "We spoke in the morning, but I have to call her at lunch. Then another before heading home or while heading home." "So you call her thrice a day? Everyday?" My eyebrows were furrowed now. Not understanding. Or was he lying to me right now? What's this? "Actually, we don't count but sometimes it's more than that. We speak at least 4 times a day on call. Don't you do it too?" Do it too? Why would I do that? What reason would I have to call Serena thrice a day? "Especially on those nights you work late," His voice cut through, "The nights you spend at the suite behind, you call to inform her so she wouldn't wait up. Or even worse misunderstand. That's definitely the worst."

, Dave said to him. "Came to me during your free time, just once in a day will be fine I think. It will be weird if you just hang around me all the time, and you are too busy to do that. Okay, so just once, will be fine. it will be better if there are a lot of people around me at that time, so you can message me and ask then." "Stop with your express. And what do you mean once a day will be fine? Huh! Do I have to follow you like this regularly.", Dave said annoyingly.

I am so happy today is Saturday. I work five days a week, so weekends are my free days. I am waking up for the third time today. I woke up earlier to pray Fajr and Dhuhr thanks to Ismail, who is still surprising me with his kind gestures. I forgot to charge my phone last night, and that’s what always calls the Athan for me. I was so lucky Ismail guessed I would be sleeping through and came to wake me up.

The insistent buzzing of my phone dragged me from sleep and I groaned, fumbling around across the nightstand until my fingers found the vibrating device. "Hello?" My voice came out rough. "Are you not going to work today?" Tracy's voice was bright, far too awake for whatever ungodly hour this was. "Work?" I muttered, confused. She huffed. "Tara, it's past six already." My eyes flew open instantly. "What?" "Past six. A.M." she repeated slowly. "You know, that time when normal people with jobs are supposed to be awake?"

Three months of normal felt stranger than six weeks of crisis ever had. For ninety days nothing dramatic had happened. No emergency calls. No late-night hospital visits. No terrifying messages from unknown numbers. Just life. Alex woke to the quiet chime of the medication tracker on her phone. She reached for it before she even opened her eyes. Morning dose – pending. She tapped the screen. The log filled automatically with yesterday’s entries. Morning ✓ Evening ✓ Day 133. One hundred thirty-three consecutive days of medication.