A Tale For The Time Being Kindle Novels & Stories

she explains, gently sipping her hot tea. Swallowing uncomfortably, I consider telling her about Time’s plan for me. I doubt she has many people to tell. Without thought, I blurt it out. “I can’t tell you why, because I don’t even know why, but Time is having me work for him where he lives, and he hasn’t given me much of a choice,” I say in one breath. Hera remains uncomfortably quiet for a moment, so I pick up my tea and sip it. It burns my tongue, however, it’s a reprieve from the silence.

she replied, her voice a mere whisper. “I am.” He settled into the armchair beside her, taking her hand in his. “Shall I read to you?” he asked, his voice filled with a tenderness that never ceased to amaze her. Florence nodded, her eyes fluttering closed. Chaos picked up the worn leather-bound book from the side table. It was a collection of short stories he had written over the years, each one inspired by their life together. He opened the empty pages of a book that he had been bringing and crying around when he visited her. The pages were empty, he knew that but she did not. He had memorized the story of their love life.

She let out a laugh and I glared at her before walking up the stairs to my room, I changed my clothes into pajamas even though it's just 4 in the afternoon. I'm so tired that I already lie in bed. Thinking about Kayla and baking made me remember Cassiopeia and her banana bread. If only life in real world is as easy as in the story world... I know I must finish half of my story now so that I can prepare for tomorrow for the showcase which is the next day after. I wasn't nervous about the audience but with their reactions on my story. I just hope they'll like it; I'm planning to invite Allison and Xander as I already informed Jake and told me he would come.

she exclaimed, looking concerned . "Cool down, it's just a small cut . I'll fix it after I get home, " he said . "Wait, let me provide you with first-aid ." Said Natasha pulling out a first aid -kit from her bag . "No I don't need it, I'm fine," said Aaron. "Stop acting heroic .You are not a vampire who is going to heal himself . So lemme do what I am doing . " snapped Natasha . Aaron stopped saying anything and sat calmly as Natasha applied medicine to his wound .

“Claire, it seems you are so busy these past few days. I barely see you here in the mansion,” her mother said. “I’m very sorry mother. I’m just having so much fun on the book I read. It has really a great story. So I always look for a place where I can be alone.” “Oh what story it is?” “It is titled, Against the Tragic Fate. It is the story where the lead character was given a chance to relive her life again and fight the tragic ending of her story in her previous life.” Claire lied.

“Don’t tell me you believe the ravings of that lunatic? Shame on you. You of all people should know that some borders aren’t meant to be crossed, some secrets are never meant to be discovered by ordinary mortals.” “Gomennasai,” Sasha quickly apologized, suddenly realizing how he might’ve sounded to Aki. He had lifted his thoughtful, lowered gaze as though from a broken spell. “All I wanted to say was that Tamerlane was wrong. The answer had been staring him in the face. The fifth and final element isn’t electricity like he theorized. It’s time. Time is the one true constant. Because we vanish like shadows in a fog, every time we merely hold a small piece of the puzzle. It’s the one resource

One impossible day at a time. To be continued ---

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

“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?”