Lost Time Book Novels & Stories

he says, and even Lucifer looks skeptical. "How?" Lucifer asks, crossing his arms. "I don't know what it was, or what I saw, but the thing pointed me in the direction of where the book is hidden at. It's in a place where there's no name, or even people." Loss explained. I looked at him with a confused expression as I racked my brain to think of such a place. "There's a place like that?" I ask him, and Loss nods. "Yes, we just don't know it." he replies, and he takes my hand as his wings pop out.

“I don’t think it works like that.” Elena glanced at her. “You’re certain.” “I’m certain that if it did,” Lillian replied, “we would have felt it already.” That honesty settled them into a quieter rhythm. They passed a narrow bridge spanning a shallow stream swollen from the rain. The water moved quickly, directionless but determined. “I used to think loss was about what was taken,” Elena said. “Now I think it’s about what never had a chance to form.” “Yes,” Lillian said. “That’s the part no one prepares you for.”

Selina’s POV I didn’t sleep that night. How could I? The letters burned in my mind, the words seared into my memory like a cruel brand. Everything is in place. The Shadowborn has been freed. Lilith had betrayed Kieran. She had betrayed all of us. And I was the only one who knew. I paced my room, my hands clenched into fists. I had two choices—confront Kieran and risk him not believing me, or gather undeniable proof.

It is valid from my perspective. "I'm sorry you were ripped from your family Jessa. After this war, I will see if I can get you home to visit them. If you would like," Braxius offers. Kissing Braxius on his cheek, I sadly say. "They are no longer here, Braxius. I'm the only one left." In this time. "I'm truly sorry, Jessa," Braxius says sincerely. "I will see them again," I tell him confidently. I hope I can someday get back to my own time. But for now, I'm content to be with this man for a short while.

“I know you are shocked. You were going to write history, but I am sorry to snatch your pen. I am the one who will write history, by going against the mighty Aslan Parker. In my life, I have always craved peace and respect. You robbed me of both. I tried to reason, but it was of no use, because you can’t understand that a relationship is built on trust and respect. You could never earn my trust, and respect is not something you can ever give me. I have found my way, and it’s way different from yours. You challenged me once, saying you are the powerful party. I would beg to differ now. I tried to trust you, Aslan, but you left me no choice. I was betrayed by you. But no more. I won’t be any

Dear Readers, Thank you for taking this journey with Lost in Pain. From the first chapter to the final page, Aurora and Zane’s story has been one of ambition, desire, and the intricate dance between power and love. Short Summary: Lost in Pain is a story about Aurora Lupin, a brilliant and ambitious woman who finds herself drawn into the dangerous orbit of Zane Wilson — a man as powerful as he is irresistible. Navigating a world filled with corporate intrigue, temptation, and life-threatening challenges, Aurora learns to reclaim her strength, define her boundaries, and choose her own fire. At its heart, this novel explores the tension between passion and control, the resilience of the human s

"Then let's do this." For too much had been lost—trust, peace of mind, time. Now it was time to get them back. To be continued...

I could see it—his soul was starting to slip away. … The first of November, exactly 11 years since we met. That night, Shawn sat under the dim prison lights as he flipped through my diary. I floated beside him, face crinkling in disgust as I reached out to snatch my diary from him. He reacted instantly, gripping my wrist with one hand and clutching the diary with the other. His sudden movement enraged his cellmate. The burly man grabbed the book and ripped it to shreds. At that moment, something inside me snapped.

He nearly died to protect you. Eloise only gave a soft laugh and shook her head. "Yeah, and I'm grateful for that." "So, what do you think? Are you thinking about giving him another chance?" She shook her head, resolute. "Love isn't some kind of business transaction—there's no balancing of losses and gains. A wound is a wound, and a mistake is a mistake. "Even if he saves me 100 times, it won't make up for what he did." Back then, she dared to love Jonathan blindly and follow him into the fire. Now, she had the courage to walk away without looking back.

It was only five short, trembling, pain-fuelled steps, but it felt like I had run a marathon and I was light-headed. I clung to the frame of the bed, steadying myself and catching my breath for a moment before pulling myself upright and reaching for the shelf for stability. My eyes scanned the spines. A bible, obviously, made sense and I had predicted as much. The English Pilot, Fourth Book, Treatise of the Sphere and of the Art of Navigation, A Mariner’s Guide to the Coasts of the Spanish Main, De Iure Praedae, and something that looked totally out of place, Clarissa’s Folly: Or, The Wager of Hearts. There were also a number of books that were blank on the spines, which was interesting.