Vim And Vigor Hours Novels & Stories

"My core temperature is within nominal parameters. Every calorie we waste on personal comfort reduces our extraction window by four percent." ​"I don't give a damn about your percentages," Julian rasped, his jaw clenching so hard the muscle along his jawline rippled under the silver light of the vault. His large hands shifted from her shoulders down to her waist, his fingers digging firmly through the heavy layers of the coat until he had her pinned securely against the console, his broad chest inches from her face. "You work until your hands bleed, and you jump into live crude oil like you’re made of titanium. You're a human being, Vance. Mine. And if you freeze out there, your father's net

He must have been really confused, because the female let out a breath. "Full cycle?" she asked. "It is a Lycan day. Longer than a human day." "Longer. Is that why I was so damn tired yester…cycle?" Viper was amused at her attempt to use his language, but he was also grateful. This wouldn't be as hard as he thought. "Immo." "How much longer?" "Each cycle is hours longer." "How many hours is a…full cycle?" "Thirty human hours give or take." "That's a long ass day."

with as much sass as possible. He snorted and said "Be ready babe, your 48 hours starts at 8 tomorrow! I hope you are all set to have a wild time" I could feel him smirking before the line got disconnected. Is it just me or is it getting hot in here? phew! I asked myself while getting out of the store and fanning my face. I couldn't stop my giddiness now. I can't wait for tomorrow!

He didn't get out of bed until she fell asleep, walked to the door, hesitated for a moment, looked at her with vigilant eyes, weighed what he was going to do, and then slipped out of the room completely. Victor wasn't one to second-guess his instincts, and since yesterday morning he's been certain of one thing: he can't stand by and let Amy be her ex-husband's punching bag. Although he sees Paraiso as his haven from the frantic pace of real life, he can't quite escape it, and the office here reflects that. It's a state-of-the-art space with two side-by-side computer screens and all the technology he needs to be able to function at his level without interruption.

I mused aloud. “Are you seriously considering begging to be fucked by a man who despises you?” “No!” I sighed. “I won’t do that… because an hour and a half is too long. I’m fucking exhausted. And a bit weak… I haven’t had my vitamins. I walked around the property, but I need my morning workouts. Could you get me a badge to use the gym at *our* company?” “*Our* company?”

“Want some?” “I’m okay, love bug,” I murmured, forcing a smile that as fake as the Chanel bag I brought here. At the head of the table, Valerian lowered his tablet as he scanned me, his eyes sharp and cold. “You’re pale.” He said as a matter of fact and I nodded. “I didn’t sleep well.” “Obviously.” He shot back as he returned to his screen. “The human body requires seven to nine hours for optimal function. You’re currently operating at a deficit.” He informed and Gracie immediately snorted as she came out of the kitchen with a pot of coffee.

"That's your way of asking if I nailed it, isn't it?" "No. It's my way of wondering if you've slept since Tuesday." Victor laughed. Loud and unhinged. "Sleep is inefficient. It's the enemy of productivity. That's why I've optimized it out." "That's not a thing." "It is if you rewire your metabolism." I narrowed my eyes. "What does that mean?" "Nothing suspicious," he said quickly, a little too brightly. "Just... chemical enhancement." I blinked. "You took something?" "Well, not took. Drank. Synthesized. It was coffee, mostly."

Anger, jealousy and dissatisfaction had been burning the harbor of her mind, thought and perception. “Okay… It’s a quarter past eleven already, Sumico…” whispered Virando at Sumico’s ear with his exultant smile. “Yes, Sir… I think I must go back to Huangwira Enterprise. I must file this cooperation contract,” replied Sumico. “It’s almost lunch hour… It makes no difference if you wait until noon and have your lunch here…” said Virando in his quite relaxed manner. “But, I think since it hasn’t been twelve o’clock, this is still within my working hours, Sir. So, I have to go back to Huangwira Enterprise right now, Sir.”

He was a man who took care of those he loved, and not being able to do anything to help Mirage, made him fidgety. “She is wrapping up,” Vice checked his watch. He was one of the few people Victor knew who still used an old fashion watch to tell the time. Victor owned a few watches but viewed them more as masculine jewellery than useful tools as his phone had replaced the function. “Then straight onto the photo shoot for hair and makeup before the shoot starts at ten thirty.” “At least there is a six-hour break after,” Victor sighed. “We could all use some sleep.” “And other things,” Vice agreed, perpetually horny.

Working out six hours a day, every day, and working on an eight-hour shift every night, took it's toll on him very quickly. Ever since a colleague of his suggested enhancers to boost his energy, he was able to add more hours at the gym and more hours on his shifts, and could still hang out at bars afterward. Everyone else was using it, it was common for his line of work. They call it 'the helper', which leads to other kinds of helpers, for every different need. Even actors use them too.