A Matter Of Time Novels & Stories

He pointed at the ancient clock hanging on the wall and said coldly, “You’re two minutes late.” Arabella widened her eyes. This old-fashioned person was comparable to Master Samson. Daniel was only late by two minutes and yet Master Hoffman was so calculative. Daniel sat opposite him and calmly said, “Master Hoffman’s concept of time is really strong.” Master Hoffman snorted coldly. “Young man, don’t think that I’m merely an old antique. As a businessman, not only do you have to be trustworthy, but you also have to pay attention to the concept of time. Two minutes can make you lose a business deal. If it’s on the operating table, then it might be a life.”

Time has a sense of humor. Mercy steps in and wipes the word away with the side of her hand. “Writing won’t work,” she says gently. “Not yet.” Thomas swears under his breath. “You said this wasn’t—” “I said I didn’t know,” Mercy corrects. “Time likes efficiency. It takes what hurts least to itself and most to you.” I close my eyes. When I open them, the room doubles for half a second. Two tables. Two Thomases. One Mercy standing. One Mercy turning away.

"When?" "Last night." I exhaled slowly, keeping the breath controlled. "That was not telling. That was revealing things after they had already done their damage, in the order that suited you, at the timing you had chosen. That is not the same as telling me." His gaze sharpened slightly. Not with defensiveness. With the particular focus of someone who has just encountered a distinction they find worth examining. "Timing matters," he said. "Yes," I said. "It does. And it has never once been mine."

Only time would tell. --- To Be Continued...

I need time" But does he really have this time?

''Not right now, it's not a good time. ''It's urgent. Sir, we have a problem.'' ''Right now?'' ''Yes, right now.''

FATE and TIME were floating over the waterfall, looking down at Sia, who was thrashing, violently. Time turned to FATE with solemn expression, “ It's time, right? ” FATE turned her head at him and nodded robotically. It was really time!

He looked very handsome with his soldier's unform on, I couldn't help but smile shyly when he looked at me. "Sir are you going out?" Jake asked while standing up. "Have you forgotten the date today?" He asked seriously. "Oh silly me, when will you return?, Is it in the next six months?" Jake asked as I stood up confused. "Just go and start the car" he commanded coldly. Jake quickly left, Noah turned and faced me. "As for you, I expect you to learn some manners while I'm away" he said. I knew what I was about to do was digging my own grave but I couldn't hold back, I quickly hugged him tightly.

"What time is it?" I asked him. "It's 3 pm" I overslept, having such a weird dream kept me from my work and now I'm a little behind schedule. I quickly stood up and grabbed my notebook. "Hey, you must have fallen asleep while doing that and yet here you are, writing again. Wow, I'm amazed by your passion.” I rolled my eyes at him. Should I tell him that bizarre dream? Well, it was just a dream but... It felt so unreal.

“Babe, have some of this savory oatmeal I made for you. It’s good for your stomach.” My heart warmed momentarily. But then my gaze turned cold when I spotted the insulated lunch bag in his hand. His face faltered as he quickly hid it behind his back. “Babe, don’t misunderstand. Mom said Catherina has no appetite and asked me to make some oatmeal for her, too.” I gave him a bleak smile. “Callum, while cooking this oatmeal, were you thinking of your pregnant wife or your depressed ex-girlfriend who keeps threatening you with suicide?”