Meryenda Time Novels & Stories

She asked in the dark looking into his eyes. “Oh, God. You remembered this time from the beginning.” He said. “What you mean I remembered this time from the beginning there’s more?” She asked extremely softly. “There’s about seven more, maybe even a few that I don’t know about. I’ve been waiting five hundred years for you to call me Mitsu again.” Matthew stated as he looked into her face. It took everything he had not to wrap his arms tightly around her, and the inner struggle that he was going through didn’t even remotely come close to the battle that he could feel within her.

Sara replied. “Well, that is true, but we will figure everything out.” He said as he pushed the now bagged items and boxes out of the store to find the light fading in the distance. “You know this was always my favorite time of year, but I never knew why until right now.” “Why right now?” she asked as she looked up to him.

"I ordered your favorite soft pink wedding dress. After surgery, the designer will take your measurements. At our wedding, you'll be the most beautiful bride." I smiled and touched his face. This was my farewell. Tears streamed down my face, and a silent thought echoed. "Ethan, there won't be a wedding for us." As the doors to the operating theater closed, I kept my gaze fixed on the three people I loved most; I wanted to commit their faces to memory. Once these doors closed, I knew I would never see them again. As anesthesia dulled my senses, the world around me faded away. My death was declared at precisely 10:00 pm, as indicated by the wall clock.

Time to claim this too. '

She knew Edard would be at her parents’ house in fifteen minutes or less charming them with his god-like powers and she would be stuck going with him wherever he wanted to take her so she might as well just get ready and go before he could even attempt to get her poor parents in his pocket. Meredith checked the time on her phone. It read 9:56 a.m. she had until 10:11 a.m. at the latest. She dashed across the room and opened her closet. She hadn’t taken any clothes with her. She had clothes in her closet from when she was in high school and a couple things she had left during college.

Meredith rubbed herself up against his side, pushing onto her tiptoes to speak in his ear. He was so tall that she had to grip his shoulders and hold herself up there long enough so she could speak. "We've gotta get them to bed, otherwise we won't have enough time to set out the Santa gifts." Tyler glanced at the clock just over Meredith's head and was surprised at the time. She was right, it was much later than he'd thought it was. "When did it get to be almost ten o'clock?"

I whispered, my voice barely audible. “it’s can't be? Why not?” Amory pressed, his eyes searching mine, his voice filled with a quiet desperation. “Because I don't have much time,” I mumbled. “How much time do you have? For Emma, how much… time is left?” he asked, his voice low full of emotions. I glanced down at my wrist, where the small timer continued to tick away, the reminder of the time I had left. My breath caught in my throat as I read the remaining time. **One year.**

I said flatly, my eyes scanning past her, searching for a certain blonde head. Her smile widened and she tipped her glass slightly in greeting. “Good. I’m Merinda. Been wondering how to reach out to you—it’s a great coincidence you’re here,” she said. I exhaled again, my patience already running out. “What do you want?” I asked, my tone dry. Her brows drew together slightly as she nodded. “Yeah. So I have a business proposal and—” “This is neither the right place nor the time,” I interrupted, and she nodded a little too quickly, as if she’d expected it.

Unknown time until everything changes. The countdown has begun.