I Thought My Time Was Up Novel Novels & Stories

- because I was like you in the few hours left He looked interested to hear more, So I told the story from the beginning - all of the stories start from two years ago, I was setting in the park writing my new novel, and that's when he arrived, his name is Max, the strongest one in our school, I felt something strange after I saw him, something made me so weak, something make me made me out of my mind, something made me go to him and says... - what's the time now? - time? Hmmm, it's eleven o'clock - still morning - yeah - do you have any programs today?

he instructed me. “Alright” Taking the keys from him, I wait for him to leave. “You have one hour and twenty minutes” he added as he decided to leave. My eyes widened. Forty minutes have already passed. I should be quick. I started with the top shelf corner. It took me twenty minutes as I went through every page, reading history, about curses and stuff. One hour passed by and I was losing my hope as only two books were remaining. Only twenty minutes and I went through the remaining two books. My heart was saddened when I did not find the cure. With an angry growl, I kicked the shelf. And a small leather book fell down. Frowning, I took a look and flipped it.

A pause, then: “I’m trying to help you, but I can’t if you keep shutting me out.” I turned the phone off and dropped it into the suitcase. At last, the room was quiet. I stood in the middle of the bedroom and looked around. For years, I had called that place home. Now I saw it: a polished cage full of beautiful things that were never mine, a life arranged by other hands, a marriage where another woman approved what I could touch, spend, wear, and ask for. Only then did I understand how completely I had disappeared. Once I understood, leaving no longer felt impossible.

Stop looking. She had wasted time on the same dead ends I would have walked into. That was the book's real value. Not the information, but the map of what not to do. Chapter four was the one I needed. She titled it The Conversation and the handwriting changed here, slightly looser, like she'd written this part fast to get it out before she lost the nerve. She wrote: When it came, it came at 3am. I know because I looked at the clock on the farmhouse wall when I heard the door open. I know that sounds mundane. It is mundane. The most important night of my life happened at 3am on a Tuesday in October and the clock on the wall was seventeen minutes slow.

—The more you stare at the clock and rush things, Demir, the slower time moves —I say to myself with a sigh. Silence takes over the whole apartment. So many twisted thoughts swirl in my mind, and then I reach that moment where everything turns dark—it feels like just seconds, but it's been hours. The sound of the doorbell startles me. I had dozed off on the couch. I get up and head to the door, glancing at the time: eleven minutes to midnight. I open the door to find those eyes of hers scanning me from head to toe. —Why aren't you wearing a shirt?

"As for you, maybe you should consider pissing off back to your kennel and stop embarrassing the rest of the family!" In my last life, I had been wary of Justin's wrath, so I kept giving in to Selena's demands. But now, I'd been given a second chance at life. The night after the banquet was a continuation of the celebration. When I saw Selena still trying to stop me at the entrance to the hall, I raised my leg and kicked her to the ground. "Who the hell do you think you are to be getting in my way?" I say. I then shot a glance at Enid Murphy, the maid next to us. I said, "What are you still doing, standing there like an idiot? Take this imposter and throw her out!"

Tss. Butler Guan arrived, he brought with him more aides and my personal assistant. He advised me to start preparing myself. I checked the time on the wall clock, only two hours left before midnight. I can almost hear the howls of the sub alphas coming from the distance. I sighed not quite sure of what's going to happen later this evening. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update)

“Just one more chapter.” She hesitated. “My lady… the master has been waiting close to three hours.” That made me pause and slowly, I looked up. “What?” The words came out sharper than I meant. She repeated it gently, like she was afraid I might throw something. “The master has been waiting.” I blinked again. Three hours? My eyes shifted toward the window behind her and i saw it was completely dark outside. “…Oh,” I muttered. Time had just… evaporated. I sat there for a second longer, still holding the book then I frowned. “I was going to go,” I said quickly, like I needed to defend myself from imaginary accusations. “I just—this book is good.”

“Holy shite!” I spent the next hour going through page by page. However, it seemed that the book always managed to place a new page at the back as soon as I finished reading one page because I’d never gotten through the book despite the five hours of sleep that I’d foregone. Right before the breaks of dawn, I reached an interesting page filled with names.

I can't think of anything more to say to him that might convince him. “I'm going to freshen up, I'll be right back." Then he turns and walks away from me. Oof, why did my present-self think this was a good time to return to? Oh yeah, because here I have a good chance of getting to Tim's bookcase undisturbed. I remember I did that back then too. As I tried to push away the tears, I looked for distraction among the many books Tim owns. And now I'm here again, specifically looking for the book The Time Machine by H.G.Wells. Fortunately, I quickly find the thin book. I manage to pick up the book just fine, because that's what happened before too. The only thing I'm going to do differently now is