Gone With Time Novels & Stories

They spoke at the same time, but neither managed to get the word out. Tabitha opened her mouth, only for Koben to press his index finger against her lips. He forced a smile and said, pretending to be relaxed, “I have a class reunion to get to. We can talk when I get back.” Once Koben was gone, Tabitha sat at home in contemplation. Without realizing it, she had grown accustomed to Koben’s presence in the house. If there was ever a day Koben would walk away, she prayed it would come much later.

He laughs, placing my feet aside and coming over to sit next to me. " Peaches, I was thinking...." " Hmm?" " Why don't we go away for a while?" " Go away, where?" " Anywhere, just the two of us." Just the two of us? " That sounds nice, but Ava?" " Colton would love nothing more than to have some time with her, and I know Mk adores her, so it won't be a problem. Come on, Peaches, lets take time for ourselves." I bite on my bottom lip, thinking about this.

Zia Stephanie's POV I felt like time begun to lose its meaning. The passage of time felt like it was heavenly distorted where space time worked into different scale on the other dimension. What should only be a few minutes seemed like I had endured dew hours and what might feel like small width of time could be extensive.

It was the news report from the year I won the award, and the edges were already frayed from wear and tear. A gust of wind swept past, and the dandelions disintegrated and began to drift toward the Camford River, like a late snowfall. I held the crystal dome and walked back to my office. Behind me, I heard the sound of David giggling. I did not look back, but I knew that there was a figure standing at a safe distance and watching me. Some stories did not have to have a happy ending. Like the ripples on the Karnell River, there were some things that could never come together again.

he asks giving me his mega-watt smile. "It's art 101. You don't have to walk me," I say trying not to fall for his charm. "I have time," he says and with that I'm defeated. "Fine," I say with a pout and he plants another kiss on my lips. "Good, how much time do you have until your next class," he asks. "Umm, about forty five minutes," I say while looking at the time on the dashboard. "Okay, close your eyes for a little bit and I'll wake you up in about a half hour," he says.

This time, I don’t break. This time, they will.

Little by little, I became what he wanted—gentle, quiet, well-behaved, and never causing trouble. However, James still found me boring. When I got into the car, James reached out to me through the mind link. “Why aren’t you here yet?” “Something came up. I’m not going over.” “Alright. The party’s almost over, anyway. I’ll head back soon.” His voice was as gentle as ever. “Be good and wait for me at home.” I said nothing.

" I frowned, irritated by her nagging. She was still going on when I hung up and blocked her number. I was discharged on Christmas Eve. Back home, I cleared out every trace of her. I packed up all her clothes, toothbrush, and even her books, and threw them out. This was my house, and her things didn't belong here. Afterward, I returned to the Lowe residence for dinner. As I watched the TV, I scrolled through my phone out of boredom. Suddenly, a firework show shot to the top of the trending list. Seeing the initials TC and MG, I knew instantly that it was the firework show that Tessa had planned for Matthew.

Maybe it was finally time… To move on.

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."