The Hours Novels & Stories

I sank into the leather chair across from him, pulse roaring in my ears. Mateo’s gaze swept over me, slow, deliberate, like he was cataloging every detail: the way my dress clung slightly from nerves, the faint tremble in my hands pressed flat against my thighs. “Most employees start at nine and leave at five,” he said, voice low and even. “You? Ten to six. I don’t want you wandering the streets after dark.” I managed a tight, polite smile and nodded. Ten to six. Safe hours. Protective. Almost fatherly.

Maybe she had passed? Deciding not to dwell on it, more so because no one was around to answer her questions— literally— she diverted her eyes to Brandon, giving him a quizzical look. "What?" "What is the set time for a day's work?" "Nine to five." "Hm... Can I ask that you be a normal employee today?" His gaze turned puzzled. Glancing at the watch on her wrist, she pursed her lips and nodded. "Working hours will be over in less than an hour. You'll be coming with me."

Kingswood, 2014 I am staring at the clock. I don't think the damned machine is working. My fingers are fidgeting and I keep tapping my legs under the desk. "Ms. Clarkson, stop tapping your feet or I will have to extend the hours for you," Ms. Crook grunts. I glare at her and roll my eyes. "Young lady, did you just roll your eyes at me?" she snaps with her high-pitched voice, her eyes burning with fury.

Adair said. "How not old?” Adair turned the screen so they could all see it without him having to say the number out loud. Six hours. The timestamp sat there, small and administrative and absolutely certain, the way the worst facts always were. It was not a credential waiting to be found. It was a credential that had already been used, recently, somewhere the log wasn't specific enough yet to name, while the room had been busy discovering that it existed at all. Kaela looked at the number, then at Lucien, and didn't say what both of them were already thinking.

Not 177 days. 24 hours until two hundred enhanced children were activated simultaneously. 24 hours until the world changed forever. 24 hours to save them all. Or lose everything.

They got up in the morning , and headed towards their destination. It was going to take them approximately 2 hours .Hoor was enjoying the journey, the roads so beautiful with greenery all around . When they reached tolipir .A lot of other tourists were also looking around .Hoor was enjoying every second of the exploring . The smile wasn't leaving her face. Hoor was looking at the beautiful scenery infront of her, the river flowing down below, the water looking so clear, the trees covering the slope of hills .

I didn't know what to say, "so if I say a million per hour, you'll pay me just that?" "Yes" "Good benefits" I whispered "how about a hundred for every 3 consecutive hours?" I asked, I can't miss and opportunity looking me right in the eye. "It's settled then Miss Brown" I laughed still pretty shocked. "When are closing hours?" I ask and he chuckled. "7am to 6pm but realistically, you never close" he said and I smiled, "don't be late" he added . Best closing hour. I stretched out my arm for a handshake, "it's nice meeting you, again, Mr Gray", he smiled and shook hands with me.

The company's office hours start at 8:00 am and end at 12:00 pm, a lunch break for an hour and a half, and the office hours in the afternoon starts at 1:30 pm to 5:00 pm. On this day, according to what Luisa had told them, today being the last day that Emilia would come to the company. She would only come to the office to give a few pointers for Rosabelle and say goodbye to her team, to Mr. Adams, and to Miss Klau.

~Rosie A knock on the door wakes me. I barely have enough time to force my eyes open before Time glides into my room. He tugs the curtains open swiftly, allowing the light to stream right into my heavy eyes. It has to be some ungodly hour of the morning, considering how much my body protests. Plastering my sheets to my chest, I sit up, shielding my hands up against the light.

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.