Fleeting Times Novels & Stories

"To seek answers, one must first comprehend the nature of time." Valen stepped forward, his scholarly demeanor shining. "Time is a river, flowing from the past to the present, shaping the future. It is a tapestry woven by the choices of every being."

Since her meeting with Aiden's family, Clara had decided to accept and embrace every change as it comes. There was no point in questioning the whole situation since there was no going back. Clara knew she should rather find solutions to every challenge she would encounter along the way. She got to work earlier to cover up for all the time wasted. She had some batch of flowers to deliver today and she had not even started. Alongside that, she was also supposed to plant some flowers seeds that got delivered a week ago. Clara had so much to do. Once she got to her shop, she set the flower display, and did some cleaning up and tending.

I wandered around the place which strangely seemed like Olympus, but it wasn't Olympus. Have I travelled backwards in time? Shut up mind! You always say the worst possible things. The people around me looked at me weirdly. I said that out loud didn’t I? Stupid, stupid me. These people were still staring. It was creepy and they were all wearing clothes which was outdated in fashion world. That’s exactly how Luke says it. I bothered to cross check the quantity of Novanium. How could I be so stupid and impulsive? I rushed

My parents’ delighted voices filled my ear. “It’s good that you finally figured things out, Jon. No matter how good Ellis is, she’s ten years older than you. People will always talk. “Do you remember the youngest daughter of the Fallstars? She’s your age and has been waiting for you!” “I understand. Go ahead and prepare for the wedding. I’ll be there in three days.” After hanging up, I drew several deep breaths, steadying myself for a long moment before opening the door and walking inside.

Tessa kept refreshing my results page, muttering to herself the whole time. "No way. This must be a system glitch!" The principal and a few reporters came over, staring straight at my score screen. My score was blank. Below it was a line in bold: "Total score: You are ranked in the top 50. Please check back on the 27th for more details." Everyone in the room was stunned. Even the comments section froze for several seconds before it exploded again.

Her legs came up around his head as she gasped. The scent of her sweet nectar turned his erection to steel. He could stand it no longer. His fingers separated her thighs as he pushed into her. Her heat tightened about him as he plunged deeply into her, moving in small circles as he nestled into her embrace. Her fingers traced his back as he began to slowly draw in and out of her. Each breath brought another moan to her lips, and then a higher note. He increased his pace, closing his eyes against his own pleasure, thwarting off the inevitable. He opened his eyes again as her song rang out, humming with his frequency. Her face was etched in beautiful pleasure. He smiled. Her eyes were half-clo

"I ordered your favorite soft pink wedding dress. After surgery, the designer will take your measurements. At our wedding, you'll be the most beautiful bride." I smiled and touched his face. This was my farewell. Tears streamed down my face, and a silent thought echoed. "Ethan, there won't be a wedding for us." As the doors to the operating theater closed, I kept my gaze fixed on the three people I loved most; I wanted to commit their faces to memory. Once these doors closed, I knew I would never see them again. As anesthesia dulled my senses, the world around me faded away. My death was declared at precisely 10:00 pm, as indicated by the wall clock.

Light fades off so suddenly that it felt like night came upon the scene within a second. In the twinkle of an eye and quick as a storm's lightening, all the moments left unexplained and misunderstood in Time Is Reborn, suddenly lined up as clips to be replayed. Thus, it occured, replaying one after another in a speed which sight and reality couldn't comprehend, thus forcing it to glitch.

"Yes. They say daughters are their fathers' lovers from a past life, and ours is no exception. She clings to him like glue, won't let anyone else hold her." Lucy suddenly remembered. Half a year into their marriage, Steven had left for an urgent business trip abroad—gone for a full month. That date… it must have been when the boy was born. Then, a little over a year later, he had insisted on personally handling a trip to Africa. Again, one month. That must have been when the girl was born. The only two times she hadn't traveled with him for work. Looking back now, how strange. Why exactly one month, both times?

"Be good, little boy. I hope you grow up happy and healthy." Everyone was stunned by Whitney's action, and even Henry frowned. "Aren't you mad?" "No, I'm not." Whitney smiled. "It's a good thing that Ms. Fontaine produced an heir for the Jordans. Why would I be mad about that? All right, I won't disturb you any further. Don't let me stop you from continuing to have fun at this party." Whitney left the hall and walked out into the cold air. It was the end of spring, and there was still a slight chill in the air. She walked very quickly, and her best friend, Summer Thompson, caught up from behind in eight-inch heels.