Six Times A Day の小説・ストーリー

“Why’d you have to go bring the wife in on this? I thought we were friends.” Six shook his head from side to side when he opened up the front door. “Nope, you just come here for the beer.” He then tossed him out into the hallway. “Not really. Something has been urging me to come and check on you and that thing was right. Seem like something good will happen this next few days or maybe months.” Six punch him slightly on the arm. Red started yelling so loudly that I couldn’t understand a word he was saying. Six just stood there with the door open nodding his head at the mindless drabble until Red started to make sense again. “And another thing, Jude wants us to be at work at noon tomorrow.”

CHRISTIAN The day moved like clockwork. It had to. I was sitting at my desk, when Liam recited her routine to me again—not because I needed reminding, but because this kind of thing was about precision, not memory. “By eight in the morning, she’s at the gym,” he said evenly. “By noon she’s at the spa. At two, she visits her mother’s care home. Back home by six, steps out by seven to pick up dinner, home again by eight. Then nothing, same routine, every day.”

~Caspian~ The morning sun filtered into my room, coaxing me out of sleep at my usual hour – six o'clock. With a stretch and a yawn, I readied myself for the day ahead. After a quick refresh, I made the decision to hit the Packhouse Gym, aiming to engage in a bit of muscle work.

He drank water at the table, and spoke again. "Yes, what you said is true. We have to exercise. Now there is a new schedule for you to follow. Exercise! Stay healthy! Every morning at six o'clock everyone must be ready at the top floor. Thirty minutes only. Including you, Rani!" Slyly smile he turned to me. "Daddy is the bloated one, why bothering us so much?! Daddy should just do sports!" protested Amelia. He must be lazy; moreover his habit sleeps again after dawn wake up.

For six months. One hundred eighty days. Each one an eternity.

I had six days to figure this out. Six days to save her. And I wouldn’t waste a single second.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

The megahit incontinently winded me and I hunkered over just as they let go of my arms. " There is 24 hours in a day, 168 in a week and for every single bone of those hours you're going to do as you're told. Breakfast is at 6 am, if you miss it you do not eat until lunch at 12 pm. regale is at 6 pm, if you miss that you do not eat all night and lights out is 10 pm. You are handed with a standard mess for free but if you want to eat more or add on extras at the deputy you need someone to put plutocrat into your account. This is also how you can buy rudiments you might need like cleaner and toothpaste." I held onto my stomach as I watched his thrills pace forwards and backwards in front of me.

“We have two more required sessions today according to the breeding protocol.” I look at him and fully comprehend what I’ve committed to. Sixty days of this. Minimum three sessions daily. With an alien who has the stamina to fuck for literally hours without tiring. I’m either going to love every second of this or it’s going to completely destroy me. Probably both.

Over and over. We didn’t leave the garage for six hours.

“Six weeks.” He nodded slowly, processing it. His hand came up and touched my face, just briefly, his thumb at my cheekbone. “And you’re okay? Physically?” “Dr. Hayes says everything is fine.” “But you’re not fine.” “I’m on the floor about four times a day, so no. Not particularly.” Something shifted in his face at that. “Come inside,” I said. My voice barely carried. He looked at me for one more moment. Then he stepped through the door.