Long Time No See Novels & Stories

5 years at that moment seemed like nothing to them. They acted so naturally that they didn't realize how harmonious they could be. Not even a word was spoken but it felt like they knew exactly what the person in front of them thought and they acted exactly as expected. Time froze as they looked into each other's eyes. It's been 5 years, their appearances have changed quite a bit, yet they can tell at first glance that that's their childhood friend. Just then, Lydia's phone buzzed.

Blood sprayed everywhere, soaking the mud red. The rogues panicked at the sight of so much blood and scattered. The dying girl on screen lay in a pool of it, trembling fingers smearing red across her phone screen as she dialed Theodore, her voice barely a whisper: "Theodore... help me..." And the screen played back his voice—cold, annoyed, disgusted. "Diana, this is the most important moment of Elara's life. Quit pulling those petty stunts for attention." Then the click of the hang-up. In the last frame, I used the final shred of strength I had to text Maria one last message. Then the screen went dark. The breath stopped. Everything stopped.

"As if! That being said, feel free to ask me anything you like! I will provide you with answers to the best if my abilities." "All right. What do you think about..." We talked for a considerable amount of time. While I was unaware of the time, I was aware that we had been talking for a considerable amount of time. This was due to the moon, which made it difficult for us to accurately monitor the passage of time. Lia had also arrived to join in, and Elysia had already gone to sleep. Sia is more of what might be described as an introvert, and as a result, she constantly chooses to be alone herself.

Mason Wright slipped off his ring and picked up his phone to book a flight three hours later to Bhador. "The marking ceremony will have to wait. We'll continue once Eira is feeling better." My heart sank. We had been together for five years. He claimed me. The marking ceremony? It got delayed–and so many times, at that. For werewolves, being marked was what truly made a bond official. At this point, I lost count of how many times Mason had chosen Eira Padmore over me.

Like dewdrops on a leaf, her eyes were shiny from tears that wouldn't fall. He looked across the room and saw Alice's eyes again. They both knew something from that look, even though they didn't say a word. They were on the edge of a very high cliff. Very soon, they would have to choose whether to go back to their safe homes or jump into the unknown together. The wall clock struck twelve. The silent sound filled the dining room, which was now empty. Like sand in a sieve, time was running out. It was getting darker and darker where their secret lay. What were the next few days going to bring? Time would tell.

After a glance at me, he slipped out of the room, and in the hospital hallway, I saw him hold his head and quietly weep. Was he regretting not speaking to me before the surgery? It no longer mattered. Seeing his profound sadness was enough to show me he loved me too. They planned my funeral for three days later—the same day Lily was scheduled for discharge. They sent out death notices to friends and family. All my friends gathered at my wake three days later. When my best friend, Tessa Brooks, saw Lily's crocodile tears, she slapped her hard across the face. "You bitch! Why are you even here? Get out of here!"

As we're waiting for our order I look over him as sneakily as possible. He's tall maybe six-two or six-three, he looks lean underneath his jacket and dark jeans. His teeth are perfect and white and his skin really looks like brown satin; I want to touch him just to see if it's as smooth as it looks. Oops! My thoughts are running away while I'm looking at him so I turn away and look at the menu. I thought it would be a long time before I could have these feelings again. A year seems so close and yet so far away I can hardly remember how I spent my time then. I let myself wallow too long over that fool. NEVER AGAIN. I think angrily.

He looked at my eyes seriously and that also made me more serious to listen to him attentively. "The Clepsydra. An hourglass but not the usual one. It contains water instead of sands. That's what they used to manipulate time," he said while looking at me directly at my eyes. Clepsydra? I haven't heard that word yet. I don't even have an idea of whatever it is if Cayden didn't tell me what it is. It's just new to me and just by how mysterious its name is, I know that it'll give us a hard time having it or whatever he's planning to do with it. But wait... Did he just tell me things about time?

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.

We had gone almost two weeks into the month of February and it was Monday morning around 10 am on the 12th February 2019, when I received a video call from Peter. As I picked, he greeted me with a song by Christiana Perri, A Thousand Years. He sang along as the song was played at the background. He smiled along and blew kisses to me, with a look on this face that felt like “I want you.” I smiled and sang along.