Fast-Paced Plot Novels & Stories

It will only be a matter of minutes and he’s off to go home. I clutch my blouse as I almost hear my heartbeat, beating so fast. I’m nervous. Who wouldn’t be right? I don’t know what his reaction will be. Why am I too fast? That I even treat him badly and now in just three days—ah I can’t remember… I’m accepting his love. If that’s the case then I will say, I change my mind. Simple as that. And if he doesn’t want to be this fast, then don’t. not my problem but it will hurt a bit on my part though.

You can return anything to any of the other libraries. Once Sally was outside, she opened the book. Flashes of images starting running through her mind like a video on fast forward. Only these were images of the scrolls and certain symbols stood out to her. She was vaguely aware of her team trying to reach her, but it was like the book stole their speed. They were moving slower than in slow motion. The book was giving her the answers she needed and when it was done, she fell to the pavement and started to scream. Her head was pounding worse than a migraine.

The house became a different place when they started preparing to leave, because the quiet urgency from the past two days transformed into something more direct and more dangerous, the kind of movement that had purpose instead of planning, action instead of waiting, and I could feel it in the way people walked faster, spoke less, and checked everything twice without being told to do so.

Chapter 3 Clara’s POV. The game kept rolling like a filthy freight train with no brakes, the circle getting sloppier and louder with every turn as clothes started coming off in messy piles and hands disappeared between thighs, fingers plunging deep into soaked cunts with loud wet squelching noises that mixed with the heavy bass thumping through the walls.

“You see, everything is according to plan as no matter what choices they will have I will still have the result that I wanted. But I am quite fed up right now, not because of the games they are all playing, but how slow things are getting out right now. I just wish, ‘he’ will finally make a move.” Pointing towards the image of the prince, the one who introduces himself as the other half of the maiden and the very holder they all thought that ‘he’ is. HE played along with ‘his’ game and all to work the plot to run smoothly as possible by HIS desire. HE is running impatiently as HE wanted to see the book and turn the clock to the reverse world, as he utters. “He should hurry up as he is not li

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> Julia — First-Person POV The investigation moved fast after Theodore Ashford's body was found. Faster than I expected — faster, certainly, than the slow grinding pace of the Cole proceedings had moved months earlier. The combination of Richard's full cooperation, Voss's confession, and Margaret Crane's flash drive had given the investigators something they rarely had in cases like this: a complete picture, assembled and verified before the principal architect was even in custody to contest it.

The Eye of the Viewer, belonging to people who watched the story just to see it break. “The story is too slow!” a voice boomed from the lens, sounding like millions of people typing at once. “Delete the characters! Start a new plot!” The text threads under Maya’s feet started to melt. “Go! Move!” Julian called. Maya climbed faster. Pain stabbed her muscles. Her fingers bled from the sharp edges of the glowing words. She hauled herself onto Chapter 75. Suddenly, a giant shadow-spider leaped from Chapter 76, landing on Maya’s back.

EPISODE 81 The warrior was definitely in a hurry. The way he was tugging me along, it felt like he was about to drag me across the ground if I didn’t keep up. His steps were so quick that I had to run just to stay behind him. When we finally reached the wide courtyard of the den, he walked straight to a waiting carriage. I climbed in right after him, not wanting to fall behind or make things worse. Within seconds, the carriage began to move, leaving the den behind.

Caleb is driving somewhere fast. From the outside, he looks very anxious. He keeps on wiping the sweat from his forehead. He looks in a hurry. His car speed is over 130km/ hour. He is hoping he isn't stopped by the police. He can't waste time. He wants to get there before it is too late. He doesn’t remember the last time he was this anxious. He was in a very important meeting when he saw the text. He got up and left the meeting without saying a single word. He doesn’t care right now about anything else. He just wants to get there.

All that in less than a second. Hell, she almost missed some of their actions as they moved so incredibly fast, not even wasting a single step or breath as they swiftly moved even when taking guns and ammo from the dead bodies. "We need to move faster," She suddenly blinked as if pulled out from a trance at the sound of Emerick's voice, her brows scrunching up as she processed his words. Was that even possible? She watched as he hulked straight towards her with determination, stopping to peer between her wide eyes.