All This Time Novels & Stories

“I…we wanted to tell you something. But we didn’t know how to tell you.” She let go of my wrist as I lowered my hands down on the side, waiting for her to explain the explanation they wanted to tell me. I glanced at Tyson and Mike who was now looking at and to Leah like they were kids waiting for their friend to tell their mothers that they wanted to hang out. “This might come in a bit of a shock to you, but,”, she exhaled loudly. “Time here and on the other side is kind of different.” I stared at her with a blank expression, waiting for her to explain further but I was met with silence. “Okay…?” I was still confused about what was going on here. What does time have to do with us being here

Random Person I had made all the plans things will work out in my favor alone now all I have to do is make sure things fall in places in time and the timing needs to be perfect at any cost because I cannot just relay on this Lime anymore. “Just pick the damn dress and come here in 15 min, I don’t have time for you and your bulls**t reasons” I yelled at Lime.

More personal. “I wish I remembered us,” I admit softly. Adrian doesn’t look surprised. “I know.” “It would make this easier.” “Not necessarily.” I frown slightly. “Why not?” “Because memory doesn’t guarantee trust.” “And lack of memory does?” “No.” “Then what does?” He studies me for a long moment. “Time.” The answer is simple. Honest. And somehow that honesty makes my chest ache. I look down briefly. “When you said you’d make me fall in love with you again…”

He's right. It's time to end this.

It says. Dear Stella, You don’t belong here. This 1803 year is all a lie. We all lost in time. Please come and find me at the address given below. I know you won’t remember me, but you should find me to get your memories back. Save me, I’m in danger. I love you and I know you love me, too. All you have to do is think and remember. Wherever you are living is not your home. That’s all a fake thing. I’m waiting for you to come soon.

Weapons she had never seen nor heard of. "What's the time?" He asked her. She pulled out her phone. "forty minutes past eight." "Wrong. What's the time, Sandra?" "Twenty minutes to nine?" Anthony's groan filled the room. "What time is it?" She looked at him, blankly. "It's revenge time,baby"

He sounded so confident I honestly believed it might work out because let's face it, I couldn't lose Veronica, especially not after I had been living a life not worth mentioning before her. "I'll need some time to think about it though." "Don't just take all the time because you're waiting for the right time because there is no time right for anything. There is only the now time." Weirdly, that made sense to me.

KAYLA Six years was a long time. Six years of FaceTime calls that cut out at the worst moments, voice notes sent at 2 a.m. because of time zone confusion, and text threads so long that scrolling to the beginning felt like archaeology. Six years of I miss you and when are you coming back and soon, I promise, soon… and now soon was finally, actually here.

Time to end this one way or another. ***

Johnny's clothes were streaked with dirt from travel. He walked toward me slowly, his sorrow etched into every step. But as he approached, my mind flashed to my last moments in my past life—when he'd come at me with a knife. Without thinking, I took a step back. This time, he simply reached out and patted my head. "I heard the livestream about finding Ben on the way here. Even after everything he's put you through, you still did all that. You've done more than enough."