7th Time Loop Novels & Stories

" Now you listen to me and listen to me good, you'd better take your sorry ass and that thing, you claim is mine out of here. This better be the last time you show your filthy self here or else I will end you. ~~~ End of flashback ~~~ I'm here again, I'm back here again. I take a step back as the words play repeatedly in my mind, I feel my eyes well up as it sinks in that I am here, where I was humiliated and kicked out. I am back here as if nothing had happened and that is wrong. The ice cream slips from my hands when I'm hit with the memory of Mr Cullen, dragging me out and I landing on the ground. I almost lost the baby because of that.

I gently wiped the tears away from my eyes and felt at peace before my soul faded away. I finally got that long-overdue apology. But you'll never meet someone as foolish as me again. I turned to look at Xavier's face one last time. His eyes were red and brimming with tears. Xavier bent down, covering his face as he let out a quiet sob. … After some time, Xavier was sentenced to prison for intentionally harming Yvette. Meanwhile, I felt my soul fade away. My heart was full of hope and excitement for the future. I knew I had fulfilled my purpose in this life and could finally leave this world in peace.

I turned to look at the doctor in the ambulance, who was checking on my condition. "What time is it, doctor?" I asked. "It's 3:05 pm." "No. I mean, what's today's date?" The doctor shot a strange look at me before answering, "It's October 26, 2046." 2046? I remembered that it had been 2026 when I started the first cycle. Had two decades already passed since then? What was going on?

FUCK KALVIN FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART Gently cleaning the obvious chaos in his room, mind only partly there because every tick of the clock was winding me tighter. The ache between my legs had turned vicious. Dirty scenes kept flashing through my head like I was the main character in some low-budget p**n shoot—except this wasn’t scripted, and I wasn’t getting paid.

I sat in a maintenance corridor for an hour with my back against the wall and my knees drawn up and my hands pressed flat over the place where the threads had erupted. No, I thought. Clean. Immediate. Total. Not because I was brave or smart or because I had some special knowledge that the other versions of me across whatever lives the threads implied hadn't possessed. But because something in the deepest part of whatever I was — older than this body, older than Verath Seven, older than anything I could name — recognized this moment. Recognized the specific quality of a detonation that announces the beginning of something that has always ended the same way. I had done this before.

She felt a sense of unfamiliarity with the name on the patient bracelet, Tang Ying Xue, and the next thing she had thought of was to ask for her smartphone, which the nurse readily complied, and disappeared shortly. A vast number of thoughts were going through her head, and suddenly she recalled a brief memory of the woman in the red gown speaking to her, though everything was inaudible in the memory. But considering she had no recollection of either of her current and past lives, she wondered if her soul might have just magically entered this woman's body.

She would often scrub the filth mechanically while muttering to herself in a crazed, delirious tone, “Go back… I need to go back to the modern world… Ethan, honey, take me back! This isn’t real… Since I’ve traveled through time, I must be able to travel back. I have to find a way; I need to find a way–” In the very next second, a bucket of freezing, dirty water would be splashed over her head, or a wooden staff would strike her heavily across the back. Whenever she managed to look up, planes could frequently be seen flying high across the sky above the manor. However, Vanessa was blind now, and she couldn’t see them. In this lifetime, it was impossible for her to ever “travel back” again. Ho

And more terrifying still, how was it possible to dream about two years of life in perfect, agonizing detail? The answer, I suspected, would change everything I thought I knew about reality itself. “When did you get a tattoo?” Felix, my secretary said as we got out of the meeting. “What?” I stared down at the cross tattoo on my wrist. I tried to wipe it off but it wouldn't come off. “I don't think that's how tattoos work.” How, when and why did I get a tattoo? And why a cross of all things? Why can I recall everything except getting this tattoo? I paused in my steps and turned to Felix. “Do you believe in time travel?”

The shard immediately spun in alarm. "Accumulation across cycle boundaries should be impossible." The being nodded. "It should." Elias looked exhausted. "That's why we hid it." Luke turned instantly. "What?" Elias met his gaze. No humor. No secrets. Only regret. "We discovered it during the seventh cycle." The room froze again. The seventh. Not this universe. Not the previous one. The seventh. Meaning they had known for a very long time. Luke's voice hardened. "You knew?" Elias nodded.

Remi waved to the brown girl in the hijab crossing the street. "Hey, Seven." Mykel nudged him and gestured to Aaliyah. "You really think I have a chance with her?" "As much as a chance as winter does in hell." Remi retorted. Seven rolled up his uniform sleeves and saw that the tattoos on his arms were gone. "Did I really go back in time?" He asked himself. "No, that can't be possible I--" He spotted Dario in the crowd ahead of him. "Hey, Dario!" He waved.