Miss Time Novels & Stories

It was a message that quickly popped out after unlocking my phone. “Hi, Miss Hathaway, let's meet up and talk about a new business opportunity that can bring you out of your predicament. By 2 pm, and you are not allowed to be late.”

Yesterday I hadn't supported the lunch with him, but now I think we could be good together, I couldn't stop the kiss at the speculated time. Maybe there's still something I need to do with Jace, he's a nice guy like his friend Sammy. This reminds me to reach out for Misan, she hadn't called, and they were supposed to come back today. Me: please guys, it's past weekend, we're in a Monday now, if you've forgotten. Misan: stop being bitchy (laughing emoji), I think I'm loving it here in Texas. Me: I know you would, hurry up and be back, I have lots to say, you've so much missed me.

It felt like a joke. If kindness got crushed and hard work only earned suspicion— Then someone else could deal with this thankless mess from now on. *** My closure notice blew up both group chats. The pickup station chat went completely insane. [What happened? Why'd it close?] [@Annie, what's going on? Why shut it down all of a sudden?] [My package is still in there! Do I seriously have to grab it tonight?] [So where are deliveries supposed to go now? This is ridiculous.]

And trust me, I gave all those things a very fair shot to work. As it was, I was now five days late for my date with Annie and Marissa. All the flights back to Boston were full on Monday after my talk with Brice. I got a flight on Tuesday morning, but then the storm rolled in and eventually, I only got in on Wednesday night. Making things right with Marissa was going to be a nightmare. She still hadn’t returned any of my calls, she didn’t read my messages and I had no way of knowing whether she’d listened to any of the voice messages I left.

Alice looked up at the server and grabbed the whiskey glasses from the tray. “What happened was a long time ago,” Megan waved a hand, “You are all adults, and I have seen both men trying to get your attention, but you are being difficult, so I took the liberty of the situation.” Megan rolled her eyes. "It's been six months. You need to move on and be happy. Get laid." “Megan, I have not yet had time to even thank Simon for the cellphone.” “That is your fault. You should have at least thanked the man. You are so awful, but now you can have an icebreaker when you see him.”

“Gods, I missed you.” “I missed you too.” The admission was torn from a place she’d sealed shut. “Even when I hated you, I missed you. Every day.” His eyes glistened in the lamplight. He leaned forward, his forehead coming to rest against hers. Their breath mingled, warm in the cold space. The mating pull, a constant hum since his return, swelled into a resonant chord. It wasn’t just desire. It was recognition. Completion. A puzzle piece slotting home after being lost for years.

She heaved a sigh while refueling her lungs to continue, “but, of course, I met my wonderful Sir Caldwell.” Turning to Stephen she smiled, “Lord Carlson, might I introduce the latest addition to our household? This dear young lady is Miss Elizabeth Nottingham. Soon to be Mrs. Moore, I might add. We are planning her wedding this very moment. ‘Twill be a grand affair... the grandest in Georgia, if I know my Matthew.” She gestured for Elizabeth to join them, “Come Elizabeth, come in and meet our guest.” Elizabeth was dumbstruck, frozen in place. This could not be. How could this be? He was dead. They told her he was dead. Emotions whirled around and through her until she could feel only the ai

Michael asked no one. "Every time I wake up, there isn't a day where I don't feel regret." said Michael between sobs as he tilted his head up, He took a deep breath before continuing, "And every time I sleep, I'm always haunted by that memory. Memories of that night, Diana, the night you died" "Every day, I ask myself. Why? What did I think to make such a fatal mistake, Diana. I admit that I am a jerk for daring to do all of that to you, Diana.

“That didn’t answer my question.” Ryan leaned toward Dad. “How long before she threatens him?” “Twenty seconds,” Dad replied. Missy crossed her arms. “Nothing happened. I went to classes, finished my project, bought groceries, and came home.” “Did you drive?” “No. I walked.” “Alone?” Her green eyes narrowed. Ryan checked an imaginary watch. “Fourteen seconds.” “Chase,” Missy said slowly, “I am twenty-two.” “I know how old you are.” “Then stop questioning me like I’m twelve.”

It was as if time had paused, as if that could be our last moment together. A sob escaped him, the sound of his pain echoing through the silent camp. "Promise me, if we meet again, even if it's in the next lifetime, promise me you'll find me." I fought back my own sobs, my chest tightening with emotions too complex to express. "I—" "Move!" The Miss's voice interrupted, sharp and menacing. "Move, or I will kill both of you!" The urgency in her voice jolted me back to reality. Killan's embrace loosened, and he moved away from me, leaving a gap that felt like an abyss. We locked eyes once more, a silent exchange of emotions that words couldn't encapsulate.