Miss Time Novels & Stories

Mikayla slowly patted her back. "What's wrong? You wanna talk about it?" "Nothing. I just miss home." She sniffled. Mikayla smiled sadly, "I understand you, Girl. I felt the same when I started working here. Even after being here for two years, I still miss my family. It's normal, you will always miss your home." "But isn't your break around the corner?" "I almost forgot about the break." She whispered. The staff of the Martin don't work on Sundays in the mansion and they work half day on Saturdays to sort their needs. They also get the weekend off once in two months."

She was confused about whether she wanted to go? She missed him. It’s been four weeks when she last heard his voice. Four weeks of seeing him, waking up next to him. Her mother said that her heart already knew the answer so, she should listen to her heart instead of acting stupid. Mishri stayed in touch with her, but not once Mishri asked when she will come back. . She missed his morning smile, his messy hairs after an intense workout session, his naughty smirk, She missed him badly. She finally decided to do something instead of sitting here and missing him.

At first, there’s nothing. Then I realize the “Recently Deleted” folder has been cleared. No trace. Like it never happened. Except—I know it did. My mind races. I open my messaging app, checking for old notifications, anything. Eventually, in a quiet corner of my inbox, I find a single, fragmented notification buried deep in my system log: [Missed call – Knoxx Wayne – 9:46 PM.] My breath catches. It was five days ago. I never saw it. Because someone erased it.

I turned and left, my eyes showing no signs of attachment. Dante should have known that a broken ring, no matter how well repaired, would never be without cracks. It was just like my relationship with him. No matter how much we tried to fix it, we could never go back to how things were. … The next day, one day before the bonding ceremony, I went alone to City Hall to file an application to leave the Lightning pack. The clerk told me the application would take effect in 24 hours. At that time, all my personal information would be deleted from the pack records.

Missed the simple domesticity of the lake house weekends or cooking together in the apartment. Their calls became lifelines and battlegrounds in equal measure. Some nights they laughed for forty minutes about nothing. Others were shorter, strained by missed connections and clashing schedules. One Thursday, Mia waited up until midnight her time for their planned call. When it didn’t come, she texted: Everything okay? His reply came at 2:30 a.m. her time: Double overtime game. Just got to the hotel. So sorry. Love you. She cried quietly in the lavender reading nook, not because she was angry, but because the distance was no longer theoretical. It was every missed goodnight, every canceled plan

I almost forgot I was still on the phone. "What address?..." I begin but freeze upon looking at my systems screen. The address is boldly written on the screen. And it's just a few streets away. That's strange. I can swear it wasn't there earlier... "Have a nice night, dear. Sure would love to do business with you. "The man says, and with that, he ends the call. I place my phone down and stare strangely at the address that I somehow managed to miss earlier. Did I miss it, or did it just pop up? Maybe I'm a bit tipsy from sleep. Nothing makes any sense right now. Not even the strange phone call I just shared with an absolute stranger. I'd think better in the morning.

there was no way out as someone had to represent the department and it seemed like it was going to be her. “About ten minutes from now. You don’t have any scheduled appointment till an hour time.” Macy smiles at Anna before exiting the room. The last time she had attended such a meeting, she had dozed off and ended up embarrassing herself, so she silently hoped today was going to turn out different. She enters the meeting room and already saw some of the doctors seated while interacting with one another. Anna wasn’t particularly a loner, but she didn’t really have any friends in the hospital. They were all just colleagues that never met outside for personal reasons.

My phone buzzed again on the table. A message from my best friend this time. We never see you anymore. Are you okay? I stared at the screen longer than necessary. Another message followed. You missed Maya’s birthday last week. That’s not like you. Right. I had missed it. I’d told myself I was busy. That I’d make it up to her. That one missed event didn’t matter. But it was becoming a pattern. Missed calls. Missed dinners. Missed moments that used to feel important.

"Finally, I told her, please Missy. Please tell me what I can do to make this right. She was quiet for a long time, but then she said that she was going to regret what happened to us for the rest of her life and that she would never see me again. She told me that she wished I was dead, so that she didn't have to lose her parents too." Mike had been floored. "How the fuck could she say something like that to you?" Matt looked at Mike sheepishly for a second. "You fucked someone else, didn't you." Matt smiled weakly and shrugged. "I fucked up," he said, and downed more of his beer. "That was about 9 months ago. None of us know where she is, or even if she's alive. Missy must have told Mom and

Far from the noise, it felt like stepping through time—every mile quiet, unpredictable. Mountains, lakes, oceans, old ruins, crowded cities—they all stuck with me. And somewhere along the way, I met Mira Mendoza. Gentle. Strong. Like morning light. Her smile hit like a warm spring breeze, clearing out the last of the gloom in me. She was sharp. Effortless. I was all in before I knew it. I knew—she was the one I wanted for the rest of my life. *** I flew back. I missed home—and I already missed Mira.