Amelia And The Time Traveling Physicist นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Alexander slammed his fist against the table, shouting, “This isn’t the time to play games! What if Vivian dies before then?” Amelia’s voice shook in a panicked tone .“No! I promise you, she won’t. Not on my watch!” His voice broke with desperation. “I’ll do whatever it takes.” He stared at her, desperation raw in his face. “You don’t understand how fast this is moving. Twenty-four hours isn’t a lot of time.” Amelia stepped closer, her tone softening. “let me help you. Do you trust me, Alex? The same way you once helped me four years ago.”

She walked over and suddenly leaned against her aunt’s legs. Elsa sat on the bed, watching her lie there, Amelia’s back trembling as though she were crying, which made her anxious. “Amelia, don’t cry. Let’s talk about it properly. We’ll solve it together. Stop crying.” Amelia wiped her tears and stood up. The first thing she did was apologize. “I’m sorry, Aunt.” Aunt Elsa was confused. “What for? Why are you apologizing?” Amelia, choking up, said, “The man who came in just now is Blake Hale, a world-renowned genius doctor who specializes in cancer. I heard from the dean that only he can cure your illness, so I went to find him.”

Amelia pulled away a little to look his eye, “You will never believe it. He thought you had a secret weapon that could help you jump through time. He wanted me to find that weapon for him.” Darren was surprised even more. He lifted his brows, “How come that? It’s…” “Ridiculous, right?” Darren nodded his head. He looked at a loss. Amelia was sure he knew nothing about that “weapon”. Or else, he would have used it before he was for/ced to live on garbage. “Tell me more about your dream,” Amelia asked. She had meant to know more about his dream a long time ago. Sadly, the time just wasn’t right until now.

"Amelia’s digital timeline is a perfect imitation because she built it inside your servers. If you try to fight her with machine code, you are fighting her on the terrain she calibrated. You have to force her into the physical parameters of her exile." She turned the page, highlighting a dense column of raw timestamps. "On May fourteenth, at twenty-three fourteen," Ava continued, her gray eyes locking onto the text lines. "Amelia’s corporate file logs show she was signing the spring capital allocation vouchers from the master suite desktop terminal. But my notebook records a physical pressure event on the northern terrace door at that exact minute. She wasn't at the desk, Arthur. She was sta

Amelia wasn't stupid. She knew she was in danger so she hid in the mall bathroom until Kalia came to pick her up. She exited at a different site than she entered. She'd turned off her phone so that Alex couldn't get in touch with her. As far as she was concerned, she'd taken precautions not to get caught. When she looked around and no one was there, she hopped into Kalia's car. "I feel like I'm part of a spy movie," Kalia said.

"Amelia was the goal. Those were just distractions. I think this is the work of the Crescent." "Damn!" I stated in anger. "We must get to the root of this. We must go to the Crescent uninvited tomorrow." I said and moved away in fury. Crane's POV. I feel so excited seeing Amelia in my room,, I'll take good care of her. I stood up from my bed and walked to where the rogue that kidnapped her kept her. Her hands and legs were tied with a thick rope and she was blind folded. Due to the sedative she was still unconscious. Finally she's mine. I stroke her hair gently, and touched her legs. She didn't give herself to me when she was with me but I'm with her now. Amelia started gaining consciousness

Amelia POVs I got out of bed feeling stronger than ever, I stretched my body as I head into the bathroom to have my shower, when done I wore my clothes and went downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast for I and my boss, but I was suprised to see he made breakfast with a note next to it, I read it and ate the food, it was so good, since there was nothing to do I went outside to get some fresh air and just stretch my legs, I step outside of the gate, people walking around but them looking at me weirdly, I was confused, is it something that is wrong with my face or not, or the cloth I am wearing, I am wearing something descent, I ignored the stares as I walked around the place, I saw a rive

I stepped through the side door, my flashlight catching a scatter of oil drums and old rigging ropes. And there she was. Amelia. Sitting cross-legged on an upturned crate, phone in hand, purse slung at her feet. Her hair was pulled back too tight, a neat braid like she thought being tidy would save her. “Adrian,” she called, voice echoing. “Brave of you to come yourself.” I stepped closer, careful not to show the disgust crawling under my ribs. “Brave of you to think you’re worth the effort.” She laughed — short, sharp, like glass shattering. “You know, I didn’t want this. I really didn’t. But you made it so easy. Always so busy protecting your perfect Eliana, your precious legacy.”

I look at her someone that did not even have the first idea of whatever she was doing and it was evident so I decided not to get involved in anything that was going to stress me out instead I just focused my attention what this was going to take and realized that I was a very lost every of the privileges that I had. Now the difference between her and me was the fact that I had been able to call myself back to order and make sure that I had switched everything off and make it right, she was struggling and trying to figure out her left from her right and it was not going to be easy for her to develop that in the space of a few hours. ******* 33. Amelia's POV.

Amelia looked down at the message glowing on her screen, at the address beneath it, an unfamiliar street name in a part of the city she'd never once had reason to visit. Twelve hours. She had twelve hours to somehow become someone capable of walking into a stranger’s trap and waking back out again with her sister. “Then we don't waste a single one of them,” she said quietly, and reached for the door handle before her resolve could catch up with how frightened she actually was.