The Rich Lady Clocks In Novels & Stories

The clock on the wall said 4:27 AM. Two days, nineteen hours left on Richard Cole’s offer. Twenty one hours left on the safe house. Zero dollars left after gas. One door locked behind them. Ours.

The sound of the car engine slowly came to a stop in the mansion’s courtyard just as the main wall clock showed twelve thirty past midnight. The Manhattan air that night felt colder than usual. Richard stepped out of the car while loosening the top buttons of his shirt that had begun to feel tight around his neck. The bodyguard immediately opened the mansion’s main door for him. “Good evening, Mr. Richard,” Claire greeted softly. Richard gave a short nod. “Has Young Master come home yet?”

Claire hadn’t expected Vincent to prepare the contract so soon. It took her by surprise when the same delivery men appeared at her grandma’s place the next day and brought her back to the old Halest Villa. According to the giant clock hung in the drawing room, it was exactly 9 o’clock in the morning. The old Halest Villa was dreadfully quieter than the previous day. The maids and guards were the only people she noticed since the moment she walked in and took a seat on the couch, waiting for Vincent to make an appearance.

An alarm clock blared in the lavish bedroom of the Livingston mansion. Its relentless beeping cut through the heavy veil of Bella's dreams, jolting her awake. She groaned, rubbing her eyes and squinting at the blinding morning light that streamed through her satin drapes. Another day, she thought as she dragged herself out of the four-poster bed that was more fit for a princess than a teenager. The clock read 6:30 AM, a cruel reminder that it was time for her to begin another day in the glittering cage that was her life.

CH 91 Lucas rubbed his eyes and squinted at the clock on his nightstand. It was just past 6 in the morning. He groaned as he rolled over, hoping to catch a few more minutes of rest before his busy day began. But his peace was short-lived as his butler, Johnson, knocked on his door and interrupted his sleep. "Mr. Lucas, there's a lady here to see you," Johnson said as he poked his head into the room.

Bianca approached the main hall and made to turn to the next hallway when her eyes suddenly squinted at the big familiar object some distance away from where she stood. The Sanders family antique wall clock which was always accurate and functioned well enough was ticking right in front of her. Charlotte looked down at the alarm clock she held to note the time again. 6:55 p.m. Then she lifted her head to the time on the wall clock again. "6:56 pm." She said and almost staggered backward. "How long have I been sleeping for?." Her eyes wandered around the hallway. She sighted a cleaning maid who was working diligently by the corner and grabbed the girl desperately by the arm.

The young madam bit her nails and shove Seth to the door but Seth was not the naive-weak boy from before and so he grabbed her hand and whispered, "If you want to remain as the madam of this household, you better sit on the sofa and behave." The mistress was a beta and a flirty one. A weak one and was only after the riches of the Lacklored. If she was given a choice, she would find a young beta or alpha but money was as important as love and she could only choose one. Weighing the pros and cons, the young madam returned to her sit like an obedient child. Seth took the stairs and enter the study room. "Hello, Mr. Lacklored. I'm here to collect debts."

With the black waziri on his tail, he and Leesa would not be staying still for even a few minutes. She strolled toward the spherical clock, in no hurry. Even from this distance, she could see the hands of the clock telling her it was still ten minutes before noon. The crowd grew thicker as she neared the circular marble and brass information counter. A few people were actually seeking information from the half dozen workers behind the counter, but most were simply studying the beautiful, unusual clock. Many were taking pictures or videos of the famous landmark with cameras or smart phones. Leesa had read that the four faces of the clock were each fashioned of polished opal, and that it was v

Therefore, they never thought about them. Zander and Cole had not expected such a turn of events. They widened their eyes and looked at the big, red clock in front of Lucas. "That's right, this is the Eastern Royalty Clock," said Lucas. Lucas felt that the Eastern Royalty Clock was quite powerful. With just a gentle tap, it was able to shake the earth. Upon getting confirmation from Lucas, a gleam of greed appeared in Simon's eyes. Naturally, Lucas noticed the greedy expression on Simon's face. He was not the slightest surprised at all. People who saw his Legendary Weapons always put on such looks.

In a company, tall and mighty, In the last floor, an office was suited. The wallpapers screamed richness, the tiles made of gold, pure white. On the CEO chair sat a lady who was busy screeching her hands on the laptop. Her face was sharp that it gave out a vibe, but still the concentration she possessed made her look like a workaholic. The clock on the other end ticked 5:00pm, the lady seemed not to joke with her time, as time was very precious.