No Ordinary Time Novels & Stories

Tessa kept refreshing my results page, muttering to herself the whole time. "No way. This must be a system glitch!" The principal and a few reporters came over, staring straight at my score screen. My score was blank. Below it was a line in bold: "Total score: You are ranked in the top 50. Please check back on the 27th for more details." Everyone in the room was stunned. Even the comments section froze for several seconds before it exploded again.

Oscar was abusive, he would hit her especially when they did not have any money. Nora reluctantly returned to the small, cramped apartment. It was a place filled with both joy and sorrow, a reminder of the life she once had and the life she now had to rebuild. She did it all for Noah, her only reason to keep going in her gloomy life. She stood outside the doorstep, and sighed but forced a smile on her face as soon as she swung the front door open. As she returned home to an eerie silence. Usually, her son, Noah, would greet her with a warm hug and a bright smile. But due to Noah being sick, his fever raging, he was not able to do so.

One day, hunting for a file, I logged into my email. I froze. Over ten thousand unread messages lit up the screen. For a second, I thought I'd been hacked. Then I looked closer. Every single one was from Donna. [Hector, my company's bankrupt. I'm drowning in debt. Creditors call nonstop, asking where I am. I'm breaking down.] [Hector, where are you? I want to fly abroad and find you, but I don't even know what country you're in.] [Hector, I wait at Leandro Corp's entrance every day, hoping you'll show up. The guards look at me like I've lost it.]

During that time, I was hospitalized fifty times for everything from morning sickness to allergic reactions to signs of miscarriage. Later on, Maisie launched a livestream campaign as a “hot single mom.” At six months pregnant, she danced and jumped for three straight hours. That very night, my uterus gave out. I bled out and died until I opened my eyes again, realizing I had been sent back in time. However, this time, I was going to find the key to breaking this curse. Hence, when I caught Maisie glaring at me maliciously, I lowered my head and forced a smile.

I had turned them down before, but this time, I said yes. "I'll take the offer." "When can you arrive?" "In three days."

Natasha's p.o.v We reached the condo in the evening, Rick and James were so kind to me, they bathed Noah and dressed him up, James went on to help him with the exercises while Rick showed me the rooms that where in the condo, after an hour of cooking a meal for them they happily ate and left, promising us that they would visit soon. Noah was in the bedroom on his wheelchair staring at me, I somehow felt uncomfortable, he had that weird look on his face, it was neither bad nor good.

" She wondered if he would remember this conversation in the real world. "Why don't you explain it to me then?" He exclaimed. The idea of her being alone with him in a non-working environment doesn't appeal to him at all. She was different here, out of the ordinary even. She was something else. Relax in fancy pants or pajamas. Why in such a hurry? After all, we're here in the Land of Nod. Time is irrelevant! " "Can you stop calling it the Land of Nod? "Why not Dreamland, which has a better reflection?"

She looked up at the clock covered in fog and worriedly asked: – When my mother's memories are awakened, does something happen? Why am I not allowed to do that? The person in front of her sneered. He coldly replied: – Human, thankfully; I'm glad you can think like that. Something will indeed happen. Since your mother's memory of the non-existent timeline has been awakened, she will be watched over by the time principle. Then she will no longer belong to this timeline, so your mother will return to that old timeline. So.. she will die. Not only will she die, but she will also fall into a chaotic time, forever unable to get out. Even if you succeed in correcting the past, later on, she won't b

Like a mantra, he kept repeating the nursery rhyme, One for sorrow. Crouching down, he picked up the herbs that had fallen from his basket when he had fallen down. Strangely, he couldn't remember how he fell. There didn't seem to be rocks blocking his path or could have caused him to trip. Neither were there strong winds that could have made him unsteady. It was truly strange, yet some part of his brain was telling him that everything was completely normal.

Taking a deep breath, I shouted loudly, "Open the door! Didn't you tell me to get my ass back here, Gordon? Well, here I am! Open the door now! "Are you too scared to speak or come out? You're such a coward! You're a pathetic bastard!" No matter how loudly I shouted, the doors and windows remained tightly shut. But judging by the light streaming through the cracks, someone was definitely inside. Fuming, I banged on the door even harder. It wasn't that late. In the countryside, this was the prime time for families to relax after dinner. People normally watched TV while chatting away in the living room at this hour.