Ten Minutes Till Dawn Novels & Stories

Penelope glanced through it and nodded firmly while suppressing her anger. Once everything was set, it was already late at night. That day, Andres quietly slipped into the house at 2 a.m. Seeing Camellia still awake did not surprise him. He approached her like a child with a prize, his eyes brimming with excitement. "I knew you'd still be up. I was too busy earlier to check my messages, but look—I'm here to make your wish come true!" He moved the small tea table by the window to the bed, fetched two bowls, and divided the seafood boil he had brought home into portions.

I reel in my impatience. “Ten.”

To June 2nd. Ivy. With me. Eating donut. Listening. “17! 16! 15!” Copying. Isla. With Adrian. On shoulders. Pointing at sun. “Night! Then 16! Then court! Then no court!” _Silence. 6:03 PM._ Adrian looked at me. Across blanket. 69 BPM. “17 days,” Adrian said. Not a question. Not a countdown. Fact. “17 days,” I said. Back. Fact.

Tomorrow at 10am… What was Theodore planning?

The crisp sound echoed through the empty garage, carrying the authority of someone no one could question. My name is Ethan Lane. I do not look for trouble. But I have never been afraid of it. Anyone who dares touch my bottom line will pay me back tenfold, a hundredfold.

I steadied myself against the bed. I pulled the dark hoodie tight around my chest. Aiden checked the heavy silver watch he had on, his expression hardening. "It is currently 10:30," he said, his golden eyes drilling into mine. "Once the clock strikes 11:00 PM tonight, your five hours start counting down." He walked toward the exit, pausing at the entrance as Alex followed behind him. Aiden turned his head slightly, his voice a low, terrifying whisper that sent a violent shiver straight down my spine.

He knows the predator is in the room, but he can't see the teeth. I walk out into the hallway. The grandfather clock chimes. Dong. Dong. Dong. Ten o'clock. The house will be asleep by midnight. At 04:22, I will be reborn.

Twice. On the third pulse, every window in Duskbane shatters. Glass rains down. Babies scream. Thorns drop to guard. *Eighty-nine days,* a voice says in our heads. First voice. Cold. Final. *Eighty-nine days until unmaking. One delivered. Seven remain.* Caiden fires. Draven knocks the rifle up and the bullet hits the ceiling. “Enough,” Draven roars. King voice drops Caiden to his knees. Clay raises her hand. Tiny. No claws. Yet.

ELAINE stared at the pet bottle placed on the bedside table. She then took a glance at the alarm clock that stood right next to it. The clock read ten in the evening. Tan had not returned yet. From time to time, she would peek at the gate, waiting for him to finally get back home soon. Well, she would know once he arrived anyway. She could just stay still and wait until she heard his revving car coming in. But she didn't have any idea why she was feeling so antsy.

He says while starting to leave. *** A new dawn ( Coming soon ) 😊