No Ordinary Time Novels & Stories

Since it's a mistake to live a life beyond ordinary, then in my next life, I would like to live an Ordinary Life' After coming to this decision, she give out her answer. "Please make my life ordinary," she said. "Alright," replied the man. He was about to write again when something crashed the room they were in and a man entered. This man was the man who was accompanying his master above the skies of L.A. "Creos! How dare you stole our harvest?!" The man's booming voice shooked her to near extinction. The man called Creos get up from the floor and stopped writing.

. He lost track of time when he finishes his meeting it was already 4 o'clock and its time for his employees to go home. Meanwhile, in the executive assistant office, Cass who is very focused on her work forgot to look for the time. It's already past four o'clock and only a few individuals are left in these tall building. She is preparing her boss's schedule for tomorrow when she heard a slight knock on her door. She unconsciously looks up to look at the source of the sound only to see Mr. Morrishead tilted in the ajar door. " Ms. Lim I'm going home and Mr. Stanley arrange a car to send you home and pick you up every morning to go to work." He said in a friendly tone. Cass only nod her hea

The ordinary days. The extraordinary days. Both at once.

It was a kind of heightened ordinariness: the ordinary days of July carrying an additional quality of being the days before the thing, which was not a diminishment of the ordinary days but an addition to them. He wrote, on the first of July: The days are both ordinary and significant. The ordinariness is real — the bread, the walks, the work, the meals. The significance is also real — the thing approaches. The two coexist without canceling each other. I am learning to hold both.

It felt like… like we were finally being treated like humans. Alex stared at the message. He thought about how long it had taken to get here. The fear. The anger. The fatigue. And he realized something: Ordinary was not the absence of struggle. Ordinary was the presence of stability. The bond pulsed—steady. Alex stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the city. People moved through their lives. No one was shouting. No one was marching. No one was waiting for a hero. They were living.

She had sat at the kitchen table while George was on the porch and she had thought about what she wanted to say that she had not said the first time — not because the first vows were insufficient, but because they had been written by people who were surviving and these were being written by people who were living, and that was a different document. George went first. He said: last year I promised you honesty and trust and that I would never let anyone come between us. He said: those are still true. All of them. He paused. What I want to add is simpler. I want to promise you ordinary days. Not just the significant ones — the ones that get recorded and remembered. The ordinary Thursdays. The m

“Just a little time... to make up for the past few days.” Alina bit her lip, feeling torn between her responsibilities and the overwhelming desire to stay with him. “Maybe... I could push a few things back,” she admitted. “That’s more like it,” Anton said, his eyes dark with intensity. “Because I’m not leaving your side today.” As Alina called her assistant to rearrange her schedule, Anton sat on the bed, feeling the tension of the past days melt away. The surprise had worked, and now, all that mattered was making the most of the time they had together.

****** MINUTES LATER Audrey and the doctor walked into the office and Damien looked at her, she ignored him and sat next to him. “That will be all for now, your next appointment is in a month.” The doctor told Damien and he nodded, he stood up and walked out of the office, Audrey remained seated and the doctor wondered why. “Is everything okay ma’am?” He asked as he noticed her expression, she looked confused and sad. “Hmm, I want to ask you a quick question.” She said and the doctor nodded urging her to go on. “Am... Am I really barren?” She stuttered and the doctor smiled at her.

The last time we re-bonded was only a month ago. And today, on our anniversary, we ended it again. The witch had warned me that even the most expensive potion, said to have the least side effects, would still leave scars on the heart and the body. I think, by now, my heart was full of scars. When Alice saw me come out, she arched her brows at me with obvious provocation, her smugness impossible to hide. She pouted and shook Henry’s arm. “Henry, why doesn’t Nicole seem upset? Are you sure you guys drank the potion?