Love Beyond Time Novels & Stories

In the center of it all stood the elusive Time Weaver, a figure both ethereal and imposing, who held the key to unraveling time's intricate tapestry. With a voice that resonated like echoes through the ages, the Time Weaver presented them with a choice. It was a choice that held the fate of the realm in its balance—a choice that required them to trust not only in each other but in the very essence of time itself. Elysia's heart pounded with a mixture of trepidation and determination, her gaze locking onto her companions, finding unwavering resolve mirrored in their eyes.

"A love that defied the odds and forged a bond strong enough to withstand even the darkest of times." As they continued to explore the contents of the box, they uncovered a series of scrolls intricately bound with silken threads, each one bearing witness to the love story that had transcended centuries of hatred and prejudice. With bated breath, they unrolled the scrolls, their eyes scanning the handwritten passages that recounted the trials and tribulations faced by Draven and Lysandra, the star-crossed lovers who had dared to defy the norms of their time.

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

YOU SHOULD RESENT ONE ANOTHER. YOU SHOULD BLAME ONE ANOTHER. YOU SHOULD HAVE MOVED ON LONG AGO. Noxaris smiled. “No.” The black eye narrowed. “No?” He looked at Verath and Elara. Then, the petals fell around them. “We grieve.” “We get hurt.” Another pause. “We lose people.” He smiled softly. “But love doesn’t disappear simply because time passes.” The black eye became still. Noxaris’s voice grew gentle. “Some promises are stronger than time.”

LORENZO I sat by the window in a coffee shop. I was staring out the window, watching the passerbys. Couples strolled together, hand in hand, parents took a walk with their children and teens sauntered down the streets, holding hands with their girlfriends or boyfriends. I sighed and lowered my gaze. There were times when I yearned for a real relationship with a woman and today was one of them. I wanted to feel what it meant to love someone so deeply and be loved in return.

Not just on my face. On us. I sagged against the door, disbelief washing over me. I don’t know how long I stood there, completely numb. The tears didn’t fall. They just stuck in my eyes like they were frozen—just like I was. “I love you, Alexis,” I whispered into the door. “I love you so fucking much. I don’t know how to fix this, but I’ll figure it out. Just… give me some time.” She didn’t answer. Didn’t open the door.

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The air stood still, heavy with anticipation, as I whispered, "Are you Athara? Are you the love I lost, returned to me?" She hesitated, her eyes flickering with vulnerability before she let out a heavy sigh, as if the past had materialized before her. "Yes," she murmured, her voice laced with a bittersweet longing. "I am Athara, lost but never forgotten." In that moment, the weight that had burdened my soul for so long began to lift. Time had played its twisted game, weaving our fates across millennia, only to reunite us in this dimly lit bar. The echoes of time resounded within our hearts, whispering a tale of reunion and redemption.

“How could you believe these, I never once made you doubt my loyalty to you even as your contracted wife, Ethan.” “I know Elah, I allowed my jealousy to get the better side of me.” “Ethan, how do I know this is not just another of your games?” I asked, skeptical. He shook his head, despair in his eyes. “I lost everything, Elah. I lost you. I lost myself. I can not change the past, but I want to make amends.” “If I was joking, I wouldn't be here kneeling in public and telling you how much I want you Elah. You have shown me what true love really is. I had not experienced the kind of love you showed me during those times we were together.”

Loving on a borrowed time Larry was fixing his gaze on his desktop trying to decipher the numerical figures that were displayed on the spreadsheet in his ledger . He was looking nervous as he was struggling to balance the numbers that seemed to be confusing him every time he tried to look at them. He was having a meeting in a thirty minute's time. "Oh damn", he said as he was re-working on a same column that seemed to be giving him a hard time.