Amo Del Tiempo Novels & Stories

Even those memories of the very original life I had before I lived a quite few more… Just like what happened to the ninth, I think the others did the same thing fourth and the others… They all become a part of me. Holding my mouth, my knee started to fall. The person in front of me looked as if he was annoyed with what I did. But I could not care less. I need to do something important. “What did you say?” I look at him. Marco… the very one who keeps on targeting me even before. I gulp. It was weird how I can visualize him now properly. As if all of his past selves are merging into one… And in front of me stood the guy in this timeline. The one… who I am not sure if I should hate or pity…

His hand found hers, fingers intertwining as he continued his exploration, kissing his way down her body, savoring the taste of her skin. Alina closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of Anton’s lips and hands on her. Every touch, every kiss was deliberate, filled with love and passion. She felt the world slip away as Anton made love to her with such tenderness and care, his movements slow and sensual, like they had all the time in the world.

"I see you seek the truth. " I moved closer towards him. "May I ask what truth you're talking about? " "I know you have questions about why you can't just stop reliving this day. " My eyes flickered frantically. "Oh my—you know? " "Brace yourself for what I am about to say next. " He looked up for a second then turned towards me. "My name is Mann; THE GOD OF TIME... and, time is not on our side, Tyre. " The traffic going on in my head was enough to make it explode. My silver briefcase shook staggeringly and I held it with a firmer grip.

Walking up, I see the video on the screen shaking and not sure if this is normal. My mom hands me our family knife, and we follow the directions. I then hand the knife back to my mom. The camera shakes and, at first, I think it is an earthquake when the loud booms begin. The Amory yells through the directions and has us walk up to the fire. In Latin, he sends a chant to the Norns, asking for a smooth shift and a long life for all. I then reach to the fire when I hear the scariest and loudest scream come from the screen. At that moment, the fire rises and encompasses the group of us. It blinds me as I fall into darkness. I see more than one figure in the fire and it is so hazy, nothing makes

It’s like my brain and mouth forgot how to work together. “Stay with me tonight, don’t leave. Let’s forget about the world for tonight. We’ll deal with reality in the morning. “He whispers, his fingers exploring me further. “Let me love you all night long” He says telling me exactly what I want to hear. I let his words, wash over me. I sit trying to feel a sense of calm but it never comes. All I feel is dread. I can’t stop obsessing over what we just did.

Unknown POV I lost track of time while I burned cigarette stick after stick. The once dark sky is now preparing for a new day. I walk slowly away from the window feeling cranky from lack of sleep and stiff from staying in position for too long. It's a new day and I'm really excited about what I planned on doing today, I really hope it goes well. The loud ringing of my phone had me stopped surprised. "isn't it kinda early" "what do you want?" I asked into the phone clearly not in the mood to handle the person on the other end.

She took out her phone as she waited for the food, and saw Ryder's text. R: hey. Ryder here She rolled her eyes. Z: so? R: 4:30 @ Tim Horton's tmrw? Zehra scowled. Z: WTH do u think I am, huh? R: *smh* srsly? dat's not wat I mnt Z: *rolls my eyes* R: keep rollin gurl, but v need 2 talk Z: no R: pls mahn dis is 4 luke Z: wtvr

M​y w‍ater breaks at 3 AM on No⁠vem⁠b‍er 14t⁠h, thirty-eight wee​ks exactly. ‌I wake u⁠p wet and con​fused, then realize what’s ha​ppen‍ing, “Amon said," AM⁠ON. It’s ti⁠me⁠.” He shoots up l⁠ike h​e’s been elec‍trocu‍ted. “​Now‍? Like ri‍ght now?”

Chapter 8: Heartbeat "And since time sets its tempo, like a heartbeat or an ebb tide, timepieces don't keep time. They just keep up with it, if they're able." -- Dava Sobel AMAIA’S POV “Thank God, I finished writing my apologies before the time you set for me. You know, that I can’t live without you, Amaia.” I rolled my eyes, hearing her childish tone. I don’t know why this woman has a lot of guts to stay on my side. Like hey? Isn’t she afraid of me? Or is she just stupid to keep on talking her obsessed blunts about us being the best of friends in the century?