Fiction About Time Travel Novels & Stories

She wanted him to feel as much humane as she once was. He lay down on his bed and closed his eyes. A few minutes later, something was surging in his body. Such power could only happen when he was time traveling. Before he could stop the power, for some unknown reasons, he was pulled back in time. Stefano recognized this dark room. This room only happened for those who were time traveling for the first time. But this wasn’t the first time he had traveled through time. He had done it countless times. Why was he here again?

"The next morning, breakfast was served in my room. Gabriel visited with me, in between his meetings. I told him the basic principles of time travel, the first day. The second day, I talked to him about the good and the bad things about time travel. Gabriel decided that it was something that he didn't want to pursue, so he never asked me about it again."

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.

I can’t help but think, what if I can travel through time again? I pulled out my mobile phone and opened F******k messenger and browsed to my chat list. I see a list of names and small round photos of those friends I recently chatted with. And I clicked on the small middle icon at the bottom which says, People. I see seven friends who are active at this hour. I saw Catherine and tapped on her name. I start to compose a message to her about my time travel. Should I tell her? She might think I’m crazy. I quickly deleted my text and decided not to send her a message.

' I continued my turmoil inside, hugging my own body. I hadn't explained to Cassian what would happen to him in the future because I feared a paradox. Until now, the idea of traveling back in time had never crossed my mind. What I understood was that manipulating time had significant side effects. Apart from paradoxes, the possibility of not being able to return to the actual time would often occur.

A wish to go back in time, a wish to be with Vincent, a wish for a lifetime of love. With the wish made, she opened her eyes, and for a moment, everything was still. Then, slowly, the sand in the hourglass started moving, reversing its course, pulling her back into the past, back into Vincent's world. The familiar sensation of time travel engulfed her, and with a last glance at her world, she braced herself for the journey, her heart filled with hope and 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—"

My fingers found the time device hidden in my tunic pocket—a small, smooth gadget that hummed faint under my touch. I twisted the knob, feeling the familiar pull of time bending. Ready to jump to another era, with these erotic memories burned deep into my mind. Time travel for smut? Yeah, hands down, the best invention out there.

"I don't have any idea, Lydia. One minute I was in the gardens and the next thing I knew I was in my bedroom back in my own time." "Your own time," Lydia echoed softly. Adrienne met her gaze levelly. "Almost five hundred years from now." Lydia cocked her head and fell still, as if having a brisk internal debate with herself. The silence stretched into a protracted length of time while she pondered the limits of her beliefs. Lydia had always thought that women were more open-minded and adaptable than men when it came to inexplicable happenings. Perhaps it was because women experienced firsthand the incomprehensible and astonishing miracle of childbirth. To a woman who could create life in-sid

Are you confused? Sorry, that's how confused I was, at first. Because the dream is not an ordinary one. It is one of time travel. I saw what would happen in eight years' time, and as much as it was intriguing to be able to see the future, I wished I hadn't seen it. Still I was partly glad I saw it.