Novel & Cerita As Time Goes By Book

Now is a really good time since I'm alone and not expecting any visitors. I really can't explain just how time flies. I've been reading the book and I'm on CHAPTER thirty-five. It just feels like I read chapter one five seconds ago. But now it's almost 5 pm. I take my phone under the pillow taking a little bit of a break from the book. I get all these messages and missed calls from Bruna telling me to get online. This doesn't sound good.

I love him, so I will let him be happy, even if it's not with me. Time seems to go slower as the days go by. Seconds turn into minutes, and minutes turn into hours. I cannot tell how many times I've glanced at the clock, and glance back at it hours later after lying in my bed staring at the wall, only to see that five minutes have gone by since I last checked. Time is all that I have now, and it's a painful companion. It constantly reminds me of how much time I'm wasting. Jack and Bertha had me believing that things would be alright, but it was all nothing else but a joke. I shouldn't have trusted them, because they are happy so they don't really know what they're talking about.

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He dragged the word and sighed deeply. "So, what should we do?" I asked, staring at the window in front of us that shows the whole academy area, the trees were starting to grow since fall is over and summer is almost replacing the current season which is spring, it was going to be summer and we will finish the year. Time goes quickly like a flash making me wonder why and how, that is why Nathaniel Hawthorne quoted, "time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind." Which I think is very inspirational. I should stop thinking about this and now spend the most memories with the people I love.

Standing in the center of the living room, Alex found it difficult to breathe for the first time. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. It was a delivery person with a postcard mailed from Aspurg ten years ago. I had written it in my elegant handwriting. "To us ten years from now, may our love remain as it was in the beginning." Alex rushed out of the villa and called his assistant frantically. "Where's my wife? She's been missing for a month, and none of you noticed?" His assistant, Caleb Grover, trembled on the other end. "Mr. Carter, Mrs. Carter said she wanted to go on a retreat for meditation and didn't want anyone to disturb her... We thought—"

Hey readers I know I'm not giving proper updates to this book. I am extremely sorry about it. I have been quite busy because of my studies, and I have to wrap up my other story, "Love Me Again." The story has few chapters left, and then I'll continue another book in it with the story of next generation. So, I am focusing more on it as it's about to end. Soon, I'll come up with new chapters for Beyond The Time.

Had the years softened the edges of her memory, or did the passage of time only intensify the longing that resided within me? The chapters of our story, suspended in a temporal limbo, awaited the turn of fate. The city, with its ever-changing façade, held the whispers of possibilities and the potential for a reunion that defied the constraints of time. In the quiet corridors of my heart, the echoes of hope persisted, resonating across the years like an unyielding melody.

~ Flashback ~ ~ 2 days ago ~ ~ 2:34 pm ~ × Trix × As I flip through the pages in front of me and realize that a war is indeed coming, I let out a growl. The weight of the realization bears down on me, and I can almost feel the thick clouds of conflict gathering over our pack. The old, dusty book lies open on the table and I wondered how long the book has existed. Definitely way before my parent's parent's existence.

The act of reading became a form of self-care, a deliberate choice to invest time in a world where narratives unfolded with the promise of resolution. As the hours passed, Veronica found herself enchanted by the author's storytelling prowess. The book, a vessel of imagination and solace, became a companion in her solitude. The gentle rustling of pages marked the passage of time, a rhythmic journey that mirrored the ebb and flow of emotions within her.

“Leave, I don’t have time to waste.” Gritting his teeth in anger, she watched him as he left her study. She can’t help but remember the words of the mysterious man who gave her the book. "This is not the right time yet. You should not burn the book.” Now that there are only ten months left before the crown prince and her female lead’s marriage, she has to take advantage of this time limit. Well sure, if the events in the story were to happen. But these past few days, she broke that barrier and changed the flow of the story.