A Time To Die Book Novels & Stories

My mind had been mostly empty, blank, a new slate. I tried to calm myself as I took a picture of the corpse lying in the cold cement. My hands started to tremble, as my knees were shaking. I moved to the different angles, to capture her distorted body. Her back and her head was facing the sky. I shut my eyes closed and gazed back at the corpse. Her smiles were different as if it was a creepy smile. It was like in a clown's face but full of stitches grinning from ear to ear, that almost made me stumble on my place. As I examined the deceased, my attention caught her strange looking watch.

To know their reasons, and to make them step out of their position. And you know what I've found out? It's the fact that time is trying to hide something and I'm going to decipher the truth with my bare hands. And you can't blame me with this mindset of mine because I had enough of what I've been through. Everything's way more than enough for me. If time is my enemy, then I'll try to stop the clock whose controlling it. I'll break everything just to end this fucking shits for I am already tired of it.

Tommy, her best friend, a handsome twenty-two-year-old giant of a man and an orphan who has been an unsuitable parcel shunted between overcrowded foster homes, smirked at her, “So, Di, what the hell happened to you? You looked dead, by the way.” “I'm not dead!” “Yeah right.” “I am not dead; you can see me, right? I'm doing okay,” she said, rolling her eyes at him as she remembered how crazy Tommy was. Freshmen days, and they met in the library, and ever since they became best friends. They have worked part-time at Bean Coffee for two years now. He was the one and only person on the planet who seemed rather fascinated with everything about time travel and such. She mentally shook her head. Ho

After we'd had a fight, my childhood sweetheart, Adrian Hale, deliberately agreed to take a sophomore named Sienna Reed to Beach House Week on Cape Cod. He was certain I'd do what I always did: get jealous, start a fight, then swallow my pride and beg him to come home. But when he returned to Kingsley University with Sienna a week later, he found me unexpectedly easy to deal with. He gave Sienna my lead creator slot in the National Robotics Challenge. I didn't quit. I organized her test data and rewrote her presentation for her. He backed Sienna in the student council election and picked apart my work during the public debate. I didn't argue. I admitted I could have prepared better and calml

It was as if she had completely replaced my existence. I first met her on Theodore's birthday. I had been in the kitchen, as usual, making a cake for the occasion. As soon as the oven chimed, signaling that the cake was ready, I felt the world around me shift. When I regained consciousness, I found myself standing in the middle of traffic. My white pants were covered in mud, and my bare feet were cut by glass. In a panic, I rushed to the hospital for a full examination. The doctor broke the devastating news—I only had three months left to live. The silver lining was that this condition would not cause me any pain. However, it would result in dementia, wiping away all the painful memories in

"I ordered your favorite soft pink wedding dress. After surgery, the designer will take your measurements. At our wedding, you'll be the most beautiful bride." I smiled and touched his face. This was my farewell. Tears streamed down my face, and a silent thought echoed. "Ethan, there won't be a wedding for us." As the doors to the operating theater closed, I kept my gaze fixed on the three people I loved most; I wanted to commit their faces to memory. Once these doors closed, I knew I would never see them again. As anesthesia dulled my senses, the world around me faded away. My death was declared at precisely 10:00 pm, as indicated by the wall clock.

Instead, he took the opportunity to escape. Hannah crawled over to me. She checked my breathing. There was none. Hannah looked up. Once again, she saw that strange clock on the wall. She struggled to stand. She reached for the clock again. Time began rewinding. This time, she returned to the moment when I had just suggested going to find her. "Don't come! Please don't come looking for me! "Evan, listen to me. If you come here, you'll die on the 21st of March."

Did he sense something. Did he notice that I wasn't really reading the book? I thought, looking at the book in my hands (My Life Saver by Lilian Finn). What a weird coincidental name for a book. Twenty minutes past eleven p.m. When did time fly so fast? I survived today, tomorrow is going to be another day. "Let's get ready for it." I said, resting my head on my pillow and hugging the book, My Life Saver. ***Day eleven***

“Just thinking how lucky I am that I didn't get on that plane that day.” Outside, snow fell in delicate whispers. Inside, the heater kept the room perfectly warm. The pork rib soup bubbled and simmered on the dining table. Amidst the fragrant steam rising from the soup, I felt the warmth I had earned across two lifetimes was finally close enough to touch.

And when I opened them—he was gone. Only the older version of me remained. Still sitting at the altar. Still watching. Still waiting. I approached carefully. She didn’t move. "Can I see that?" I asked, nodding toward the book in her lap. She didn’t answer. But slowly, her hand moved, flipping the cover open. Only one page inside. ALIKA MORGAN-BLACKWELL. SEPTEMBER 18, 2073. Forty years from now. "Is that… a death date?" I whispered.