70 Years Passed When I Woke Up! Novels & Stories

I exclaimed as my eyes widened— the realization had hit me. I’ve gone back In time. One year ago from the day I had died. “No…No, this can’t be happening”, I said with a trembling voice. This had to be a dream, i pinched myself hard, I winced at the pain and a red mark formed at the spot where my fingers had dug in.

I almost jerked out of the bed when I heard his gruff voice because I just had him a few hours ago. I turned 18 at the stroke of 12 midnight. The boys and I partied because I finally got my wolf. I only slept two hours ago and now awoke because of the damn plates the maid threw on the floor. How could she be so clumpy as to let that happen? Now thanks to her, I had to leave the sweet dream I was just having. "You can leave now." My voice came out harsher than intended, but I didn't care less, there was nothing I hated more than being awoken.

He was staring at my clothes now, his eyes moving from my dirty sneakers to the hole in my jeans to the faded logo on my sweatshirt, and I could actually see the moment he understood that centuries had passed while he slept. “How long?” he asked hoarsely. “How long was I—” “Three hundred years,” I said quietly. “Give or take.” His legs seemed to give out and he sat back down on the platform hard. His head dropped into his hands and his shoulders started shaking, and the sound he made was somewhere between a sob and a growl. I should have kept my distance, should have given him space to process, but instead I found myself moving closer and sitting down next to him on the cold stone.

Not in the ways that mattered. Ten years had passed since I had woken up in that abandoned greenhouse, delirious and confused with a fog in my head that took weeks to go away. A decade went by, and I had lived an entire lifetime in that span; I had suffered, survived, and worked hard as hell to rebuild what had been taken.

I waited in confusion, expecting Samuel to explain himself, but he simply smiled and said, "Darling, have you really forgotten the photo you took yourself?" He ruffled my hair as if nothing had happened, then turned and stepped out to take the call. I had been in a coma for three years, but I wasn't stupid. I clearly remembered never taking such photos. Samuel was lying to me. He came back soon after and said, "Something's come up at work. I need to head out. Don't wait up."

In order to change their minds, I visited them at their homes one by one and explained basic psychology to them. A month later, one of the villagers sought me out himself. More and more villagers came to trust me after that, and they fought to consult me, filling my days to the brim. Little did I know that Harold would manage to find me in such a secluded place. When I saw him, I thought that I'd mistaken him for someone else. It'd only been a month since I left, but he looked as weathered as a man in his 50s. He'd grown out a moustache; it was obvious that he didn't bother with his appearance.

And hearing it, I am flabbergasted as heck as my mate. There was silence between Pryce and me as we try to sink in the information in our minds. Thirty fudging years? Who the heck would think... that long? We were gone with all those years? We were under the damn ground right there outside? Oh, damn, the tree that was hit by lightning. The tree! That's why I was looking at it strangely earlier. It has grown into that big because it was a long time has passed. Oh, fudge, how old am I? Are we? How old was I yesterday? I was... Two hundred and thirty-nine years old. Then add thirty years. Fudge, math, it's making my head hurt! "Wow, that was... A long time." I uttered as I don't really know how

Just the empty space where she used to be, as quiet as it had been since I woke up in the back of Uncle Titus's car on the 7th of July and realized I had been given a second life. "Please," I whispered. "I need you."

“Then do better.” I gasped awake, my chest heaving as reality crashed back. The silk sheets beneath me were damp with sweat, twisted around my legs like restraints. For a moment, I couldn’t remember where I was—not that suffocating study, not seven years old, but here. Now. Twenty-eight and still haunted. My throat was sandpaper-dry.

he softly mumbled as he slowly snapped his finger in front of me. I suddenly felt the drowsiness slowly enveloping my system. I can feel my eyes getting heavier. All I can remember is jet black hair and crimson eyes. … Time flies so fast, I could barely remember how I managed to escape from death ten years ago. The building, where the incident happened was burned to dust. Nobody escaped, even the kidnappers, except for me. Maybe, it was out of luck. I was not that cursed as I thought for I was given a second chance to live.