Degrassi: The Next Generation Time Stands Still Novels & Stories

My boyfriend Noah Carter and I had a plan: turn our college's fourteen-day outdoor orientation into a fourteen-episode documentary series about us. For the eleventh time, Noah left me alone on the training field. His childhood friend Claire Moore had called him in tears, saying she'd been vomiting and was lying in the camp clinic alone and scared. Waiting for him to come back, I missed the camp's only sunset team drill and the closing long take I'd spent two weeks preparing. That evening, he sent me a photo. Claire sat in a dessert shop outside camp, a smoothie and a slice of strawberry cake in front of her, cheeks pink and looking happier than anyone else in the place. Noah texted back: "Th

Sara asked. “First, let’s see what is on this,” Garett said as he motioned for her to come and sit down next to him. This was the moment they both had been waiting for since she found the first flash drive. When she was settled, he looked at her and took her hand, and then plugged the small thing in the port. It started to buzz as the computer was taking a few minutes to process what was on it. They were both holding their breaths as they waited. It seemed like it was taking forever. “Computer is slow,” Garett said.

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—"

Lia asked. "How about --"Jay was trying to suggest something but Jacob cuts him off out of nowhere and said something as if he was talking to himself... "Era of an old nation's war..." he paused for a while and whispered as he looked at my direction. "Amiya..." It was that moment when I feel like I was suffocating... As if I was dying helplessly like I did in my previous lives. "That was cool! I like that, it has a nice ring to it!" William exclaimed.

Once the papers go through at City Hall, and I get the official termination certificate—the human equivalent of a divorce—I’d finally be free. I turned to Eve and smiled. “It’s fine. Just three more days, and it’ll be official.” “What’ll be official?” A deep voice interrupted our conversation. Lucien Grey, my mate and husband, had walked up without us noticing. Eve looked up, clearly confused. “Lucien, Mia was saying she–” “You’re here,” I quickly cut in before she could finish. Reaching out, I gently patted Eve’s hand and shook my head at her.

"But you have no idea what's coming." The pieces were moving, the stakes were rising, and the storm was about to break. None of them were prepared for what the next few days would bring.

My girlfriend, Olivia, had one way of measuring how much I loved her: how fast I replied. In the two years we dated, she blocked me 88 times. The first time, I was in the shower and missed her call. The 17th time, I was bringing her coffee when I missed a message asking for extra ice. The 56th time, I was at dinner with a client and didn't respond quickly enough to a video she'd sent me. This time, I worked until ten and missed the 9:50 p.m. movie she'd asked me to see with her. I told her there was a problem with the project and my manager wouldn't let me leave. She just laughed. "Anyone who really loves me would make it to a movie even with ten minutes' notice." When I got home that night,

Mom and Dad won't be able to oppose us, even if they found out about it later. Before she was done speaking, however, someone suddenly yelled, "Preposterous! What the hell is going on here?"

he said, his voice a low growl. As he leaned down, capturing her lips again, Alina felt her body respond instinctively. She surrendered to him completely, the world outside fading away as they became lost in each other. The night unfolded like a dream, a tapestry of desire and passion woven between soft whispers and heated kisses. Alina and Anton explored each other’s bodies, losing themselves in a rhythm as old as time. Every touch ignited sparks, and every kiss drew them deeper into a realm where nothing else mattered.