The Rich Lady Clocks In Novels & Stories

Somehow the clock said it was past midnight. There's no way... the clock in the laundry room said that she still have time... Giggle. Giggle. Jane slowly turned her head. The door to the Butler's office wasn't closed and maids don't sleep even until it was dusk. From the corner of her eyes she could see the way those maids looked at her triumphant as if they had won a trophy for ruining her one and only work. It's only now could Jane piece the puzzles together, realizing that the clock in the laundry room had been sabotaged by them.

It could not also be Mrs Smith. My eyes found the digital clock that rested at the top of my dressing table. It was already some minutes past 8am, so Mrs Smith was sure to be at the restaurant. That, and there was no way she was capable of burning food. The woman was nothing short of a kitchen prodigy. I placed my feet into my rubber flipflops and walked slowly out of the room, so as not to wake Lucian up.

"Oh!" Miranda rubbed her sleepy eyes, as she would have loved to have more wonderful dreams. However, as her big brown eyes fell on the wall clock in her room, she gasped, "My goodness! 10 am." It was Saturday, but Miranda knew that Lady Loretta mostly picked on her to make her tea and attend to her other services. Rushing out of bed without any other care in the world, Miranda darted out of her room, rushing past Juliet, who shook her head with disgust.

The living room lights flickered on, the sudden brightness making Bella squint. Instinctively, she glanced at the clock on the wall—it was ten. Turning her head towards the entrance, she saw Calvin changing his shoes. Languidly, she asked, “Working late again today?”

Logan sighed. Just as he was about to check out the miniature scale models in the gallery on his own, he accidentally bumped into a rich lady who had just come in from behind him. "Gosh, watch where you're going. Do you see this? You almost dirtied my new high heels. Can you afford it? Seriously." The rich lady had short brown hair and was wearing a pair of shades, a slim-fit dress, and a pair of high-heeled crystal sandals. She looked about 35 or 36 years old, but one had to say that her exposed arms, which revealed her snow-white skin, drew quite the attention.

“Am fine” Clara retorted reluctantly, “open the laptop and let's get started with our job this morning,” Richard said, “Are we not going to the office this morning?“ Clara asked, “hmmm, we might still go out today but not certain” Richard replied, “am I permitted to take my bath before we started working,” Clara asked, “maybe later” he replied, and he called the butler, “Is the breakfast ready,” he asked, “boss, everything Is set on the dining table sir” the butler replied,

A statue of a white wolf, with prominent blue eyes was built up at the pinnacle and below it was a large clock, ticking away. This was the clock. I rushed up the aisle, stepping onto the altar as I stood before the clock to see clearly. Then I realized that this clock was different from the usual ones we knew. Its values were a six hour interval where the seconds value was supposed to be. And a twenty-four hour interval for where the hours were supposed to be. What day is twelve o'clock? Twelve o'clock? Oh. She was talking about the northern cardinal. "Thursday." And where is the hour hand?

Clara said, “If you give consent” Richard replied, and he smiles, “Please, am a small girl, spare me of it,” Clara said, “small girl at nineteen eh, you are not serious, most of your mates have become mothers, you are here claiming to be a toddler and saint,” Richard said, “get me the breakfast, am hungry,” he said, “or you are not hungry?“ he asked, “boss, am scared of going to your room,” Clara said, “you don't need to be scared, do as you did when I sent you to bring the laptop computer, or you think I didn't see you locked the door when you went to bring the laptop computer” Richard explained,

Considering the weather, it wasn’t exactly her first choice in fashion but it was the waitress uniform at one of her three jobs - Club Indigo, the night club she worked in. She stole a glance at the heirloom grandfather clock – unarguably one of the most expensive items in the entire house - in the corner. Soon, its piercing ring would announce that it was seven o’clock. Then she would have to trudge across the badly carpeted hallway to the room her siblings shared to wake them up. That was almost a whole day’s effort.

It was a mansion with a large black clock at the top, embedded with black diamonds. As I gazed at the clock, I found something different about it. "That clock doesn't work like other clocks. It's a spell clock. When I told you that you would go through twenty minutes of pain, I mentioned those 20 minutes of that clock," Rihana said, and I didn't have a good feeling about it. "Wait. How does this clock calculate time?" I asked.