Fleeting Times Novels & Stories

Or hours. Or nothing passes at all. Time is slippery here.

There were more pressing matters at hand, and dwelling on a fleeting memory would only serve as a distraction. I took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as I consciously pushed the car and its elusive connection to the corner of my mind. There were tasks to be done, responsibilities to fulfill, and unraveling the mystery of a forgotten memory would have to wait. In life, we often encounter fleeting moments of recognition, a hint of something familiar that dances on the fringes of our consciousness. Every so often these connections prove significant, leading us down paths of discovery and understanding. Other times, they are nothing more than fleeting echoes, wisps of familiarity that drift away

"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 It was creepy and they were all wearing clothes which was outdated in fashion world.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.

Nox misses moments like this when they're alone. CONTINUED...

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.

She left no stone unturned in training Maaz and Zoni, but there was still a shortcoming. Time always seems to be flying by with no possibility of slowing down. It's difficult to shake the feeling that time is fleeting. It seems that there is either not enough time, or too much time wasted, but never is it just the right amount. But take it from us: It's time to toss that mindset out the door and begin to live in the moment. Take advantage of time and own it.