Amelia And The Time Traveling Physicist Novels & Stories

Amelia looked at the time hanging on the wall. "I've got to head back. Maxwell might hurt me again" She tried to tear away from him but he caught her again. "There is no Maxwell anymore, Amelia. It is just you and I." Amelia struggled not to blush. As convincing as he sounded, Amelia tried to resist the urge of not believing him. "I can't" "Would a hug or a kiss convince you?" Amelia pulled away from him. What was he trying to do? "I'm sorry Mr Alex… " she stopped herself, "Alpha Alex, I mean. I'm sorry but I am not the kind of woman you think I am. I do not hand over my body to strangers I know nothing about nor do I go around kissing men as a cheap slut!"

The leftovers were for the servants. Waste not right? Adrexa suddenly bursts into the kitchen, where I am patiently waiting for the outcome of my meal. "The Prince and Princess want to see you immediately!" Adrexa commands breathlessly. Shit. Adrexa quickly turns and scurries back down the corridor. I quickly follow her, but I feel incredibly fatigued from my day. The shock of my wondrous journey through time, landing me in ancient Troy, discovering I'm not dreaming, and spending the rest of the day cooking a meal using age-old techniques.

Now, the only option for her is to make sure that Amelia disappears from Earth forever, that way her secret will be safe. She mumbled. “I have to find Amelia as fast as possible, and have her terminated.” Early the next morning, after dropping her son at school. Amelia hurried to the office. She was already 10 minutes late, and it was her second day at work. She doesn't want it to look like she's taking advantage of the fact that the President feels indebted to her. Hurriedly, she ran towards the elevator that was about to close, and managed to struggle in. “Sorry… Sorry” She apologized as she stepped on the feet of the person in the elevator.

Amelia I felt like a ghost of myself, I felt so stupid after what he said to me last night. I just didn’t want to feel useless I couldn’t help my mother neither could I help my father. It just feels like I am some bad luck always waiting to happen. The knock on my door brought me out of my thoughts “Come in” “Good morning Amelia, I came to check on you” “Check on me? What’s the time?” “It’s almost noon and you didn’t come down for breakfast, don’t worry I brought you something to eat but Grandpa has been asking your whereabouts since morning”

I went back to my seat and Amelia did the same. "So how's life??" I asked. "Thriving." Amelia replied. "What about you?? How's the engaged life??" Amelia asked. I just shrugged at her as my reply. Looking at Amelia, besides owning a bar and Technology company, she's also a computer analyst, how come she never found me?? I'm sure Hecate came to her five years ago, asking for her help. I muster courage and asked. "Amelia you are known to be the best computer analyst, Hacker in town, and im sure Hecate came to you asking for your help to find me, how come you never found me???"

Sophia gasped, her voice trembling. The figure removed her hood, and there stood a woman they both recognized—Amelia, the woman from the journals. The one who had been tied to Lydia’s past, the one who had disappeared without a trace all those years ago. She was alive. “Amelia?” Ethan whispered in disbelief. “How… how is this possible?” Amelia’s cold eyes met theirs, and a slow, chilling smile spread across her lips. “You thought you were the only ones bound to this place, didn’t you? You’ve barely scratched the surface of what lies beneath.”

Placing his dinner inside the refrigerator, he walked towards his room dejectedly. Amelia cleaned up the table and stored the leftovers neatly in the refrigerator before going to her room and booking herself a flight. With her flight in three hours, she packed up and got ready to go. Glancing around the room with a heavy heart for the last time, she went out to see Matteo in the living room, working on his laptop. His face lost its color, seeing her pull her luggage along with her.

Somewhere out there, Amelia was tucking a child into bed, laughing over dinner, living a life she was never meant to have. And Ethan Liam— A man I had never crossed paths with directly—had unknowingly stepped into my chessboard. “You should know,” Lisa added carefully, “she didn’t look afraid.” I laughed softly, humorless. “Amelia was never afraid.” That had always been her most dangerous trait. “She’s building something,” Lisa said. “Whatever this is—it’s not temporary.” I turned back to her, my expression hardening. “Then we dismantle it slowly.” “Mother—”

"Of course! Thank you for giving me another chance, Professor Hale." Jasper lifted his glass. "Enough with the formalities. Here's wishing you a bright future and smooth-sailing studies ahead!" Amelia could finally put down the huge burden on her shoulders during the meal. Mr. Hale headed back to the institute. Amelia wanted to buy some stationery for Evelyn. Instead of taking Jasper's car, she told Jasper to send Mr. Hale back instead. She stood by the roadside to try to hail a cab. Just then, her phone rang.