Fleeting Times Novels & Stories

Unknown time until everything changes. The countdown has begun.

She rambles on with fleeting pride. "Do they even know you exist?" She asked, staring me down. "Any human with a complete brain who knows who to choose between the two of us, you don't worth my time but I just decided to give you a fair warning" she concluded walking out of my apartment and her man trailing after her. Only when she was out of sight did her name resurface on my mind. Vivian… Vivian. I kept turning on the bed after sleep decided to elude me for the night, what Vivian keeps echoing in my mind. I really admire her straightforwardness, I can't deny that one of the things she said was the truth.

Geneva leaned against me and asked about my plans for when we were back overseas. “We should get married immediately upon arriving. You promised me, remember? You can’t go back on your word.” “Alright. We’ll do it immediately. No regrets.”

Dante's breathing quickened, the tension in his body betraying the restraint he struggled to maintain. "Cam…" he whispered her name, his voice trembling with a mix of longing and hesitation. His every effort to rein in his emotions faltered as she continued her deliberate exploration, and her touch ignited a fire that consumed his composure. Their faces inched closer together. Holding onto his shoulders for balance, Camellia leaned in and kissed him. It was not a shy peck, but neither was it skillful—it was raw, untamed, and filled with frustration. She bit and pressed her lips against his, pouring all her suppressed emotions into the kiss.

A Fleeting Moment Chapter 8: A Fleeting Moment (continued) As the clock struck midnight, Ella was overcome by a wave of apprehension. She remembered the fairytale she had once heard, where a magical moment came to an abrupt end. Fearful of losing the connection she had found with Alexander, she gently broke away from the dance and hastily retreated from the ballroom. In her haste, Ella left behind a single glass slipper, a memento of the extraordinary night she had experienced. She hoped that fate would guide Alexander back to her, allowing their story to continue beyond the confines of the enchanting masquerade.

Or perhaps, his human friend couldn’t. "He’ll never know," I thought with a bitter smile. "Every time he abandoned me, he was nudging me closer to the grave." He didn’t have the patience to wait. And I was out of time. I had less than twenty-four hours to live.

One moment at a 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

that I would never find a home again. Until one day...I met you.... I still clearly remember the first time our eyes met, the night sky was full of stars and the red moon was shining upon us, your eyes glittering in the dim light. You gave me a home again on a territory which wasn't mine. You, my lover, have given me a new life. Alas I lost your presence too! I waited for you, a year has passed and there is no sign of you. You haven't returned back to me, and I still wonder every day.... Jihun ...where are you?

There really was a time when they were earnestly in love. Unfortunately, the heart was utterly volatile, changing in just an instant. And with it, the sweet bliss of the past was all but forgotten with the enticement of a younger and more attractive body. Lisa's fingers trembled as she touched Chuck's face before abruptly and viciously tearing both marriage certificates into pieces. Leaving the pieces of paper all over the floor, Lisa pulled her suitcase along and walked out the door without looking back.