I Thought My Time Was Up Novel Novels & Stories

I stormed out of the building and back to mine. Caleb want back yet and I couldn't thank the heavens enough. I didn't wish to talk. I just wanted to be left alone. So I lay in bed thinking about what just happened. Was it for real? How could Tim leave just like that? My gaze fell on the novel I'd kept at the top of the drawer and I scoffed. In my case, it's not the beginning of the end but actually the reverse: The end of the beginning. I laughed out loud maniacally with the clouding tears.

I was made for him, and he for me. The End. Hello, everyone! I’m Tess, the author of this novel. I hope you enjoy it. I believe this is the beautiful ending we’ve all been waiting for as we begin reading the story. I don’t know how many people will read my novel all the way to the end—or if anyone will read it at all—but I want to sincerely thank you if you have. This is my very first novel. I know I’ve made mistakes, and it might be a little slow at times, yet I am proud that I wrote it. Dante and Evelyn’s story has lived in my imagination for years, filling my nights with thoughts, dreams, and emotions. I’m grateful that I could bring it to life in words.

Time’s up, Little River. I didn’t know what was ending. Or what was about to start.

Author's POV CLANK CLANK CLANK ... The noise of pots and pans falling made my spirit jump. I was feeling so sleepy after finishing the thirteenth chapter just a few hours ago. My brains refused to think further. It had been three days that I have continuously worked on my novel everytime. I would finish all the house work. Still yawning and stretching my arm, I opened the door to check what the commotion was about. Spat! An egg suddenly hit me on my forhead.

If you really are true, help me get out of here. My breath can't last any longer. Maybe this is really how I'm going to die. I hope so. In the place where I will be, I will forget all the pain I've experienced. Please, just let me remember all the happy memories... just the happy ones. No one's POV "Time is the one who brings changes. Even if we do not want to, it is impossible to keep things the way they used to be." The old man gazed at the moon.

It pressed against my heart, heavy and suffocating, until I stepped into the open of the backyard. The book wasn't a thick one; it was a novella, but I didn't get the time to complete it. I opened the book, and after reading a few paragraphs, I was once again back to my thoughts. The pages blurred before me as I sat beneath the shade of an old oak tree. I wasn’t really reading, I was just… trying to think of my future in the pack.

Damn, I swear I was stuck in a catch-22. A note would’ve been so nice right about now. Holding my breath, I picked up the story and took it with me. She didn’t track me down all day at work, so I took that to mean she wanted me to read the story. Not wanting to keep it too long, regardless, I was determined to finish it before Monday. Problem was it wasn’t a short novel. I stayed up late both Saturday and Sunday evenings to finish it, making my mom ask me continually what book was so interesting that I couldn’t pull my head from it. Thank goodness, it was easy and entertaining enough to take in, but I was dragging when I walked into work Monday morning, yet I was strangely energized too. My

He closed the door behind him and I blew some air from my mouth in a sigh. Dinner time arrived almost within the blink of an eye, and I was dumbstruck at how time quickly flew by. Ana showed me the huge library that collected books of every genre and I was delighted to find Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. I had never read the story before, so I thought to give it a try since I had nothing more to do.

She wasn't in the mood to greet anyone. It was almost her turn when a fight broke out. Two young men were at it. The security men came to try and separate the fight and took them both outside to settle their differences. The universe was really granting her wish to stay longer outdoors. It was finally her turn. She paid and packed all her things, and headed to her car. On getting home, Clara had nothing to do. The main reason why she didn’t want to be home early was that she didn’t want to get buried in her many thoughts.

"What time is it?" I asked him. "It's 3 pm" I overslept, having such a weird dream kept me from my work and now I'm a little behind schedule. I quickly stood up and grabbed my notebook. "Hey, you must have fallen asleep while doing that and yet here you are, writing again. Wow, I'm amazed by your passion.” I rolled my eyes at him. Should I tell him that bizarre dream? Well, it was just a dream but... It felt so unreal.