I Thought My Time Was Up Novel Novels & Stories

I gazed towards my watch, stating that it was already five in the evening. My mind had been mostly empty as if I was into another space engulfed by darkness. Her words seemed to wash over me like a cold tide. I somehow missed them like how winter missed the warmth of summer. It sat through my mind like a solid weight, sinking to the bottom of a mudded pool. I decided to snap out of my thoughts.

I needed time. Time to think. Time to understand. Time to figure out who I was before I let anyone else tell me who I was supposed to be. And for now—That was enough. ---- The quiet did not last. At first, it was so subtle that I almost missed it, a faint shift in the stillness of the room that felt more like a thought than a sound. The pages of the book rested open in my hands, my eyes moving over the words, but something had changed. The calm that had settled around me only moments before seemed to tighten, as if the air itself had grown thinner, heavier, carrying something I could not yet see.

not that it was interesting but I had to read whatsoever it was. Time was flying. It was already past seven when a knock came on my door.... TBC

IRENE I couldn’t help but think of what an idiot I was, I mean I had just made up my mind not to think about him again this was barely 6 hours ago but that was all I could think of for the past 6 hours at work and even now that I was in the cab on my way back home. If I didn’t know better I would have felt this was a spell.

I quickly rounded up my food and called them to carry out the used plate. “We will be back shortly!” They promised before walking out of the room. I picked up my unfinished novel and continued from where I stopped. I was enjoying the book until I couldn't comprehend what I was reading again, my head was falling and rising as a sense of overwhelming exhaustion hit me hard. I decided to just go back to sleep with hopes that I will escape my unsettling thoughts and find some peace in my slumber. I looked at the wall clock, it was some minutes past noon.

See I gave you perfect idea - spoke consy. That's the first time you gave me perfect idea - I thought and chuckled. Whatever duhh - spoke consy. I took a novel from the library which is in our room ( you can imagine any thrilling novel). Yess, A freaking library. I started reading it and I got to know that person who is most innocent in story is the main culprit. Then I thought in anaya's case. What if it is some family member or relative. I quickly closed the novel and put it back on the place.

Maybe because of what I have discovered, I have to stop thinking about that lipstick and who owns it. As time passed by, I kept myself busy by reading some books that he had in his mini library. But until eight in the evening, there is still no sign of him. He did tell me that I had to have dinner alone since he would be late, but still, I thought he would be home by now. As time passed by and I thought I was ready to sleep, I closed my eyes and hoped that I would forget about what I found out today.

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—"

ARIA’S POV Time did something strange on the way down. It stretched. Three stories should have taken seconds. Instead it felt like minutes — the cold air rushing past, the ground expanding below us, the window frame receding above. I had time to think. Too much time. This is it. Not from the curse. Not from rejection or starvation or six months of slow erasure. Not wasting away in a servants’ wing while the pack I’d grown up in pretended I didn’t exist.

This time, I was finally going home. (The End)