I Thought My Time Was Up Novel Novels & Stories

Not to mention eerie. Something was fishy and I didn't like it one bit. After standing around for a couple of minutes, with no one in sight, I retreated to my office. There, I found a new text waiting for me on my burner phone. “New time,” I muttered under my breath. “11pm sharp.” “11?” I echoed. “But that's so late.” I took a glance at my watch and a groan slid past my lips at the amount of time I had left before our new time.

“I’m just lost in thought.” “Okay then, it’s time to cut the cake,” she informs me, and I stare at her in shock. Seriously, what time was it? Did I just leave my friends about five minutes ago? “So soon?” I ask in confusion, “Is everyone done eating?” She looks at me funny, but I ignore the look and stand up. Stretching, I try to release the tension from my aching bones. “It’s been more than an hour, Ava.” Well, that was surprising. I didn’t think that I’d be lost in thought for that long. It seemed like I’d been gone for only about five or ten minutes max. I guess time rushes by fast when you’re lost deep in your thoughts.

Yet, the memory of his face, contorted in a silent scream, kept replaying in my mind, the king shouldn't have spoken to him like that. I was so lost in my thoughts, lost in the book I had been reading for hours until a knock came through, I furrowed my brows and stood up wondering who was knocking at the door, I looked at the time and my eyes widened into a shock, I couldn't believe, it was eleven at night! Who could possibly be calling on me at this hour? I reluctantly marked my page, stood, and padded towards the door.

Chapter Thirty-One: The Rule I Write (Eliza) Time believes in accumulation. It believes in erosion. It believes in the slow, patient wearing-down of all things that dare to stand still. I have felt it working. Not violently. Not dramatically. Just… persistently. Objects misplaced. Sleep interrupted. Heat sharpened into distraction. My voice taxed for every syllable. Love turned into voltage meant to jolt me into motion. Time thinks in currents. It assumes everything eventually flows.

Since she was now working with Innovative Communist, all thanks to me, she needed to sleep early so she could resume work early and meet up with the official resuming hour. I placed my phone down on the bedside stool and didn’t even try her a second time. I convinced myself not to overthink it. Overthinking led to mistakes. To distract myself, I picked up a novel resting on the other side of the bed, right inside the bedside shelf. Beyond The Billionaire’s Betrayal, written by Samson Crowned. I had ordered it from A****n, and since it was a series, I had not yet completed it. I wanted to continue the story right then, but another thought intruded, sharp and unwelcome.

And it seems that in this generation , no one has known peace , I'm not special . I sigh and turn , desperate for a little nap before it hits 2 am . I check the time . It's only 11 PM . Are you kidding me ? I'm supposed to overthink for another 3 hours before it's time ? I whine and shove my face into the pillow .

I said referring to the novel in his hand. "Yeah i'm almost done with it,it's also great" Mig said and continued reading. I don't want to rush this novel,i want to savor every bit of it. I'm a fast reader,i could finish reading a novel in an hour but not like this novel..It seems unique. Did i just say i'm a fast reader? How did i know that?...cause this novel seems my first..Or; Have i read any novel before this? Am i a lover of novels? I asked myself trying hard to remember but i felt a sharp pain tore through my head...I cried out.

I nodded to show I understand One thing am sure of is that Leon doesn't want me to get my memory back I know he can't hurt me but there's something he wants me to forget forever but I will try as much to get that memory back. "What are you thinking?" He interrupted my thought again "it nothing" I replied ********************* I yawned and looked at the clock on the wall I was immersed in the book am reading the one Mr Jack got for me before they left for the lunch appointment,i was immersed in it that I don't know time has gone

The moment where time stops. The light consumed the walls. The ceiling. The floor. I was standing in nothing but light. I could see the whole building, every room, every person, all dissolving at the same rate. No one was running. No one was fighting. Everyone just watched, as if they had always known this moment would come. I closed my eyes. The light was still there, behind my lids, brighter than any sunrise I had ever seen. The last thought I had was of the clock. 12:00 AM. Not the end of a day. Not the beginning of a day. Just the moment when time itself gave up.

To know their reasons, and to make them step out of their position. And you know what I've found out? It's the fact that time is trying to hide something and I'm going to decipher the truth with my bare hands. And you can't blame me with this mindset of mine because I had enough of what I've been through. Everything's way more than enough for me. If time is my enemy, then I'll try to stop the clock whose controlling it. I'll break everything just to end this fucking shits for I am already tired of it.