7th Time Loop Novels & Stories

8 TIME IS REBORN "Pete has seen what he had never seen before. He met himself, but of the past. And his past saw his future, thus, creating a timeline and birthing the first time loop. These were the actions caused by him, actions that were indeed unknown to him or anyone else."

I asked. "Desire. It is their nature turn back the time," she answered. "It is the the second time that the world revolved backwards. The first reversed was 300 years ago, the Paradis end." I froze. "What, how could that be?" I murmured. "There's no way... " "There are questions that you must answer yourself. Since you're in a different case, you're not the holder and yet you can still remember everything that happened." The curtains moved and I saw her eyes peeks, that golden eyes were like a glitter of peace.

Suddenly, a fat hand extended over. “Hey, come and have a drink with me.” The overweight man dragged me toward the washroom. Just as I was about to be dragged into the washroom, Jeremy, who was focused on finding Bailey, finally realized what was happening to me. His eyes were bloodshot as he punched the pervert. He did not stop until the pervert was covered in blood. Jeremy then hugged me with his trembling hands. “Don’t worry, I’m here. It’s fine now.” I grabbed his arms, and it was as if I had been transported back in time to that rainy night seven years ago.

Daniel was right when he said you still give the best for me even if it means until your last breath. As my eyes remained staring at the paper I am holding, a sudden familiar melody started to play from the background. Since the dvd player was just infront of me, it was easy for me to look up on it. There, a very familiar song started to play. It was the song called "Dancing With Your Ghost". Just perfect for someone who is reminiscing. The playlist is starting from the beginning again probably because it already ended. I wonder how many times had this been repeating since it only contains seven songs that seems to only last for thirty minutes or more, but less than an hour.

I looked down at my hands, the hands that had killed my cousins an hour ago, the hands that had touched the woman I would destroy the world for. "Twenty-seven days," I whispered to the dark water. I had twenty-seven days to make her love me before the loop reset. Yes, that was the condition the witch gave me as the only way out of this loop. And if I failed? I’d be stuck here forever. No going back this time. No second chance this time. Just me in a timeline where Irene detests me more than anything. Twenty seven days...

Even destined mates couldn't escape the seven-year itch. The love I'd held with such certainty—its collapse only took an instant.

There had been so many, which would be the right one? I thought about going back to when I was taken from camp as a child, back to a time when my mother was still alive. My chin quivered. No. What about my mother’s time loop at the Moonhaven temple? Would rewriting time back before her loop do something that couldn’t be unwritten for her? I couldn’t risk it.

I've only been here a little over two weeks and I feel like I'm losing my mind. I actually lost my mind a long time ago, but now, I was just falling deeper and deeper into insanity and I think it has to do with the fact that I was becoming obsessed with Kitty. I had created this entire thing in my head that I knew wasn't normal but I couldn't stop it. "Because of Kitty," I repeated to Mason once again and he shook his head as he chuckled and moved away, his hands covered in my blood. "Kitty will be the death of you, Prisoner VII," Mason said as he washed his hands in the basin, "you really going through all of this for her? Who's running the drug industry if you're here in this place?"

“The man ran upstairs again and again, and again, and again, yet still ended up in the basement…” The same line has been written again and again. Scott has never been one to enjoy cracking codes; thus, the situation he's in will put his wits and desperation to the test. Time loop is a paradox of time travel; he knows for a fact that if he dies there, everything’s done for. Easier said than done, but that’s the only way he sees to escape. “One funny thing about time loops though,” he placed a hand on top of the page and ripped it off. “It breaks once the order has been changed."

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins