Diary Of A Time Looper Novels & Stories

“I see how you could be confused though on how different relationships are, though. There were good ones, like your parents. There are ones like my parents. Lastly, there are ones like Joyce and my dad. They are all different, and they all can work to a point, but they don’t always last. The time and effort that some people put into it is what will make them work or not. Joyce wanted something from my father that he wasn’t willing to give. They worked, though. I don’t know what that something was either.” “So why do you think like that?” she asked as she looked at him. “I observe people.” He said with a deep laugh. “I didn’t have much else to focus my time on but to watch people and try to l

Shane's POV I went back home, feeling utterly lost. I only managed to open the door after three attempts of twisting the key in the lock. I'd been doing it for five years, but the action suddenly seemed unfamiliar. "Dad!" David ran barefoot out of his bedroom. "Where's Mom? I'm hungry!" I ruffled David's hair robotically as my gaze swept over the empty living room. One of Ayla's favorite sets of matching mugs was missing, and the cream-colored slippers that she often wore were no longer in the shoe cabinet.

There were endless numbers of time loops. She lit up a match and let it drop on the white circle, making blue fire replace the circle. She murmured the spell silently, and the surroundings began to change rapidly. The sun rose and set down; the moon rose and set down. People came to visit the cemetery and left. Everything went back in time. It was like watching a movie that went backward in fast motion. Cohen watched as his mother came and went from the grave. She would stand there, sobbing for a few minutes, then left.

When I reached the doorway, my phone lit up. "Baby, you are going to love tomorrow's birthday party. I put so much work into it." Luke Bennett's profile picture kept blinking on my screen. Balloons, flowers, the laughter of his friends around him. Every detail was proof of how seriously he had prepared this party. "Baby, why are you not answering? I can see that you are typing. "You have to tell me when something is bothering you. That is how relationships last."

It is all about the rhythm. "You're becoming a fine A****n, my fiery little hellcat," Braxius teases me when I can fend off his attack and un-sword him like he's shown me. I shrug and smile at his compliment. It has been easier to talk with him these days, and he's really trying to get to know me. He's even asked around if anyone has seen or heard about my little sister Meena. I don't know what happened to my Irish twin after getting sucked through time on the fairy hill. I've been praying she has escaped my fate in being stuck in an ancient time and place!

she hissed. I opened my eyes to a stabbing pain in my arm. After inspecting my forearm and scanning the room, the truth hit me like ice: I was trapped in a time loop, one spun by a monster in disguise. This was the eighteenth cycle. I pulled out my phone. Two new audio files sat in my gallery. Were they messages left by… me from earlier loops? I tapped the first file. The moment my recorded self let out a piercing scream, I froze—because a second, real scream rang out from the living room.

I am not asking for permission. I am arranging conditions. This is the lie. Not a grand illusion. Not a false timeline. A small, careful misfiling. I dip my finger into the honey-ash paste and draw a thin line along the rim of the bowl. A circle, but imperfect. Broken at one point like a door left slightly ajar. If I close it fully, time will notice the challenge. If I leave it open, time will assume it can still enter. Let it assume. I lean over the bowl and whisper the oldest name I know for myself.

The final chime echoed through the hotel long after the grandfather clock should have fallen silent. Winona instinctively checked her phone. 3:07 PM. The clock had just struck midnight and now it's 3 PM. Liam slowly closed the staff log, but none of them took their eyes off it. The entries felt too detailed to be fabricated for a reality show, and the scratched-out photograph lying beside the book only made the mystery heavier. Adrian finally broke the silence. "If this journal is real, somebody has been documenting these loops for years."

An invisible force clenched my heart in a merciless grip. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead like raindrops. Every tick of the clock hammered against my chest, each second a tormenting reminder of the passing time. I picked up the paper card with trembling hands, my lips quivering as I forced myself to speak. "There's still time," I said, my voice shaky but desperate. "We're withdrawing money from different banks. The amount you're asking for is too much—it takes time to gather it all."

"As if! That being said, feel free to ask me anything you like! I will provide you with answers to the best if my abilities." "All right. What do you think about..." We talked for a considerable amount of time. While I was unaware of the time, I was aware that we had been talking for a considerable amount of time. This was due to the moon, which made it difficult for us to accurately monitor the passage of time. Lia had also arrived to join in, and Elysia had already gone to sleep. Sia is more of what might be described as an introvert, and as a result, she constantly chooses to be alone herself.