Ten Minutes Till Dawn Novels & Stories

He had been so useful and supportive of our course. At exactly ten o'clock p.m., everybody kept quiet as we nervously paid attention to the screen. 'I am so nervous right now,' Dawn whispered holding my hand so tightly that she could have easily drawn blood. Five minutes after ten o'clock, there was still no sudden switch from the television. Another ten minutes and I was beginning to get worried but as I opened my mouth to voice my fear, the scene on the television suddenly shifted to a plain field with light and cameras in the faces of those who looked suddenly caught in the spotlight.

My boyfriend, Julian Vance, always said that people in relationships shouldn't use their partners as emotional dumping grounds. So he set a rule. I got ten minutes a day to unload on him. He said his job wore him out and he hoped I'd understand. I agreed. I even thought he simply had strong boundaries. Then my grandmother died, the woman who had raised me on her own. I came back from the funeral home still gripping the reading glasses she never got to put on. All I wanted was for Julian to hold me for a while. He sighed instead. "It isn't that I won't stay with you. It's that you've used up your quota for today." I asked through tears, "Can't today be an exception?" He said, "Once there's a

Another entity or force that combats whatever monster or split personality is seething to get out of my skin. It’s more Haru’s jolt from his position rolling a joint than my being able to see straight that says Tien is finished. I hear more than see the jangle of the belt he’s tying. “It’s dawn,” his voice is deep but carefully quiet. “Lunamin is three days, Yoshin,” Sokin’s voice out loud is almost weird by comparison to my head. Like a stone dropped in a well clattering all the way down.

" Her voice was hoarse and calm as if she were talking about someone else. I sat next to her. Then, I slowly placed my hand on the back of hers. Dawn continued, "After that accident ten years ago, I was convinced that he would treat me right forever. Still, 'forever' was too short. It was so short that I didn't even realize it was gone." 35-year-old Dawn swung her legs. "If you can go back, 25-year-old Dawn, I'd love to see a different view." My voice sounded choked up as I said yes. Then, the world turned into darkness. After that, I heard the dull sound of something heavy hitting the ground.

CHLOE’S POV Night settled differently this time. Not like a blanket, not like softness. More like a reminder that everything we’d discussed earlier, everything we were afraid of, everything we were planning… wasn’t going away. The lights in the penthouse dimmed to a soft glow. The city outside was quieter too, the noise dropping into a low, distant hum. Nina was the first to notice the time. “It’s almost midnight,” she murmured, rubbing her eyes.

“You like trouble, that’s what you like.” He gave me a sideways glance. “Only when you’re part of it.” Hardin groaned. “Oh, not this again. Can we save the flirting for later? Preferably after we survive?” Alvina chuckled quietly. “He’s right.” Kieran’s smile faded. “Alright then. We move at dawn.” I looked up at the sky, still dark, with a hint of gray at the horizon. “That’s in two hours.” Hardin nodded. “Good. Gives us time to prepare.”

“We do this now. Tonight.” The word tonight made the air sharp. Dawn would be too late — Draci’s window that night could mean the difference between rescue and burial. I felt the old dial turn in my head, the one that set the engine of action in motion. Ten minutes of current-free water meant an island we could touch, breath, and grab things from. Ten minutes was a knife, but a knife with an edge when we sharpened it right.

Closed it. Nine o'clock. Nine-fifteen. Nine-thirty. Ten. I watched the dark cliff through the studio window and thought about what a man like Damien Cross did with four hours alone in a quiet room after the worst thing his mother had ever placed in front of him. Whether the version of him that had stood in a corridor at six in the morning with a shaking envelope and said I was coming to you still existed on the other side of tonight. Ten-thirty. Eleven. Eleven-fifteen.

"Then let's make one. A little Dawn who looks like you." He held my hand, lacing our fingers together. His voice was low, gentle. "But the preparation is a massive project. It requires consistent, deep cultivation." "Starting tonight. Internal delivery." The screen went dark. Moonlight was soft. Outside the window, two osmanthus petals fell onto the keyboard, like commas marking a new chapter. Dawn, queuing up for her debut. Five years. Ten years. A lifetime. Our story was always fresh. Always burning. —The End—

Kayla Moreno “Take me to the hotel close to the Enterprise…. I want you to find me a guy who can meet up with your standards,tall, muscular,dk type,fit, hot blooded, handsome..” " What for Miss Moreno?" her assistant Riley asked as she looked surprised, cutting Kayla short. “sign a ten days contract with him from 9 till Dawn,I need him to get me pregnant” " Huhhh” Her assistant screamed