Diary Of A Time Looper Novels & Stories

“Do you actually understand what you did? Or are you just apologizing because you got caught?” He stood up. “I don’t have time to waste on things that don’t matter,” he said quietly. “And I wasted thirty six years being a person who couldn’t feel anything. I’m not going to apologize for deciding that the time I have left matters. That you matter.” “You don’t get to decide I matter. I get to decide that. And right now I’m deciding that what you did was a violation. You made me a character in a story you were writing without my consent.”

" Ethan said, but made no move to pick up the underwear. In fact, neither did I nor Felix. We only stared at the little black box, and the books that also fell out. Felix exchanged a look with me. "No." I said, knowing that he wanted us to snoop. "Oh come on, what if it shows like all the women he targeted?" Felix took up one of the book. "Holy shit." He said, then showed me what he was looking at. The first two pages were nothing but my face. The following pages were like diary entries.

I am not a time traveler, but I am very prone to waking up to other people’s bodies, to a different scenario, to a different timeline. If someone will ask me who I am, my only answer will be…I am someone lost in time.

mind trying to figure out how to get back to them. She lowered her head and started looking at the table rather than the man which caught their attention, and they all began to stare at her as she quickly was putting piece by piece into a more significant puzzle that she didn’t even know was there. It was starting to make sense now. Her whole life was beginning to make sense now; she had been working for this moment since she was nearly ten years old. The theory that she had come up with then was that she wanted to travel back in time, but she didn’t know how she didn’t understand that there was no magical machine that can take you back into the past. So the part of the theory that she had

Spent on the closet floor. The trip ended. But the watching continued at home. Closet in bedroom. Strangers or friends. Always me watching.

Lucas and Natasha—the two people who had betrayed her, shattered her trust, and destroyed her life in the other timeline—were dead. Her first instinct was disbelief. It felt surreal, almost as if it were some twisted dream she would wake up from at any moment. But as she scrolled through the article, detailing how they had been found in Lucas’s apartment, with signs of a violent altercation leading to both their deaths, it began to sink in.

Slowly opening it, he revealed a pink diary adorned with a bunny hugging a carrot, its pages secured by a plastic lock requiring a password. Although the lock could have been easily broken, Landon hesitated, pondering for a moment before impulsively entering his birthday. The lock clicked open.

“I started writing down every time we talked. After we agreed you’d work on being more present.” She slides the phone toward me. Five entries. In six weeks. And I remember every single one of them because I was multitasking during each, pretending to listen while mentally calculating dough batches or planning deliveries. Shit. They see it on my face—the realization. That I really didn’t know how far things had gone. That I let this happen. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I’m so fucking sorry.” Andie’s eyes soften, but she looks away. Jaime’s don’t. Her gaze stays locked on me, full of pain and disappointment.

“I was on the phone. Did Juan offer you a drink?” “Who? Oh, your waiter… Yes, he did, but I didn’t want anything. It’s nice of you not to say anything about me being late.” “Even if it’s only ten minutes, it still bothers me. I like punctuality,” Diego sliced back softly. “Oh… Well, in this case, I think we’re going to have a problem,” Jacqueline replied smiling slightly. “I try really hard to be on time, but things tend to hold me up. Everywhere I go, I’m always running against the clock… and the clock always beats me.”

He demanded. "Well, you can continue. I'm going out for a coffee and some foods for them, anyway." Nasir answered and waving Catherine goodbye. "Nathan, how are you. Oh, gosh. I missed you." "Of course you do, but tell me everything, okay?" Nathan retorted. It takes a second or two for the new information to sink it, even though it is right before his eyes, Then he feels his lips spread wider into a gaping grin "Sure, but I'm still not over yet with the fact that I'm time traveling. The ideas were absurd." She replied.