Lost Time Book Novels & Stories

"Maya, you should head back first. It's windy here. We can take a walk together another day when there's time." With that, the two of them walked off side by side, their silhouettes looking surprisingly well-matched. As I watched them leave, I took out my phone and snapped a picture of them. A time capsule was buried under the tree in the eastern corner of the campus. I knelt down and dug it out with my bare hands. It was something Alpha Ethan and I had buried ten years ago, and we promised to open it together a decade later. He had said, "Ten years from now, you and I will surely have built a family and be running the pack together. We'll definitely be happy."

"Listen carefully. I have my own life. I won't revolve it around you, nor will I ask for your compassion. "This isn't out of stubbornness or spite; I truly want to build my future with him." I had once bitterly wondered why Jade ended up taking my place, but I came to realize that true love never kept anyone waiting forever. An unresolved story spanning 20 years could only bring regret. Wesley had sacrificed 20 years of friendship for an assistant he'd known for just two months. So, what reason did I still have to hold on to the past?

CHAPTER 38 VANISHED LIKE THIN AIR A M E R I C A The person I love most in the entire world has left me. Vanished like thin air and gone before I knew it. I wonder if Harry left by choice and I wonder if I can ever tell myself that it’s his loss to make me feel a little bit better and to make me feel I’m the bigger person in this whole situation but it does absolutely nothing at all because the truth of the matter is that I have experienced a great loss.

That the thing he had spent thirteen years and an incalculable amount of money and one daughter’s childhood keeping buried was no longer buried. I picked up my book. My hands were completely steady. Outside the library window the city moved in its indifferent, continuous way. The surface had cracked. Now we waited for the pieces to fall.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

They stopped replying. At that point, Maggie's phone rang. She hurriedly clocked out and left work. I took one last look at Zach's file and stood up to go home. In the shower, I pulled off my silk scarf and exposed the ugly, twisted scar on my neck. Morris had caused it. Ten years ago, in the spring, I couldn't reach him. Courtney had disappeared, too. I gritted my teeth and used the last bit of money I had to buy a cheap plane ticket to find him.

Love exposed the places I was already wounded. The difference mattered. The network trembled softly. Humanity listening. The observers listening. The entire universe holding its breath. The Silence shifted again. More persuasive now. “You cannot protect what you love forever.” Pain hit my chest instantly. Because that was true too. One day Someone leaves. Someone dies. Time wins eventually. Every love story carries loss hidden somewhere inside it. The Silence moved deeper. “Would you not spare her suffering if you could?” I looked at Lila again.

it was almost as flat as a rag and as helpless as she was. A tear escaped her eyes. She raised her shaking, pale hands. She barely had any lasting wounds, though every inch of her was on fire. Closing her eyes, listening to the slow beat of her heart, she flicked her thumb. There was a low pop, and Z was left alone in Time’s Dimension, the silence pounding in her ears, almost deafening her.

Teri had no idea anymore of the time. Keeping track with the liquid level in your absurd glass-shaped plastic cup of wine wasn’t particularly precise or accurate, and Jim compounded it when he rose and poured them both a second draught. Well inside her warm and happy buzz, she marveled at the parallel—the more of her wine disappeared, the more of her long solitary years disappeared.

“My grandchildren will be beautiful.” The statement made me laugh. “You sound very confident.” “I am.” The certainty in her voice was impossible to argue with. Then her smile faded slightly. Not sadly. Emotionally. She reached for my hand. “I lost twenty‑six years.” My throat tightened. Because there was no answer to that. No comforting response. Nothing. The loss was too enormous. Too unfair. Yet Isabella smiled anyway. “Don’t lose yours.” The words settled deep inside me. Because she wasn’t talking about Victor or danger or revenge. She was talking about life. About love. About time. The one thing nobody ever gets back.

Kael looked at him. "Not immediately. Not for a long time, probably. But eventually, if I do things right, I'll find a way to carry it that isn't only loss." He paused. "That's what loss does, over enough time. It changes shape. It doesn't disappear, but it becomes something you can live alongside rather than inside." For a moment Cassian found himself remembering another loss. A face he could no longer picture clearly. Yet somehow preserved what mattered most. Love survived in strange ways.