Novel Time Travel Novels & Stories

- And yes my sleeping beauty, we spent someday in New York, very happy I was even afraid, - Love your dress has arrived, - Jack you can't see him right now - My beautiful one will be impossible because they took care and put it in a suitcase with a padlock, - Love what time and ours flew tomorrow - And at 07: 00hs - Wow at dawn, - How do you like to sleep well Robert said that he put our names on the 11 am passenger list but we embargoed beforehand so as not to give notice - And more you know that there is always someone watching us

When Ryan mumbled and sat down on the floor, Janet came up behind him and snatched the book from his grasp. Holy Crap! Finn's thesis on the subject of time travel is presented here. Janet was aware of this because she had assisted Finn with some research at the time. Or maybe it was Ethan? Janet furrowed her brows as she turned to the middle of the book. After a few minutes of careful reading, it became clear that this was no longer about time travel. It tells the story of an ancient lycan and his mate, and the journey they took from the 17th century to the 13th century during that time.

Zia Stephanie's POV I felt like time begun to lose its meaning. The passage of time felt like it was heavenly distorted where space time worked into different scale on the other dimension. What should only be a few minutes seemed like I had endured dew hours and what might feel like small width of time could be extensive.

Looking troubled in ways the duplicated consciousness did not. Other Lyra. The version who had not yet learned to question the Architect. "Stay here," New Lyra said. "Let me approach alone first." She walked toward her other self with slow, careful steps. We watched from the shadows, hearts in our throats. Other Lyra turned. Saw New Lyra. Her expression shifted through shock, confusion, recognition. "You," she breathed. "You are—me? How is this possible?" "Long story. Involves dying and time travel and cosmic trials. The short version is I am you from a timeline where I descended to mortality. Where I learned that the Architect is parasite, not creator. Where I discovered freedom matters mor

That way, she could get him a gift for her apology. After her whole meltdown that evening, the ride home was quiet. On getting to his place, they both went to their separate rooms. The remaining days went by like a blur. They didn't say much to each other and Clara hardly saw him. He was a busy man, he went to work early, and returned late. Then the cycle continues. Whenever he got back, she would’ve been asleep but it didn’t stop her from waking up as she hears the shuffle in his room. Clara wondered what he did in that massive dark room of his.

Thank you so much for supporting this book! I hope you enjoyed reading from chapter one till the end. I was so excited when I started this book. Time travel was my favorite genre. So, I thought of making a time-travel, with romance, comedy, and slice of life in it. I know that the sm*t parts were so short. (Given that this is rated +18). To be honest, I was skeptical about writing +18 novels. But yeah, I did it. (And I will try again with my new novels hhihi)

Cristine exclaimed. “Can’t really help you. I don’t understand the science well, maybe you would. But when they warp space and time, it’s pretty much impossible to send you back. You died in your time period and only then could you be brought here. If we send you back, it’s going to do some weird stuff to the fabric of the universe.” Cristine scrunched her brow. “Oh, right. I… didn’t think about that.” Ellis smiled. “If you want to read about it, I can give you books on it!” she said. Cristine’s eyes lit up.

She is Alicia the Saint. Elise never thought that she would be transmigrated to the fantasy world. A medieval era composed of aristocrats, magic and divine power. An unfair world full of greed and violent people. Elise was frightened but slowly absorbing the reality. She was old enough but she never experienced this kind of phenomenon. She was just reading the book her cousin gifted to her.... She just read it so her cousin will leave her alone and stop messing with her. She never thought that she would wake up in a new body and in a fictional world! But how the heck does she go here? Did she die after reading the novel? Oh my god! Did she really die? Elise is panicking inside but suppresses

What are these people saying? Did I...somehow...fall back seven years of my life? Time travel? I turned to the familiar row of books on the small bookshelf. It was mostly science books, and I ran to them, opening the first one I could grab. Nothing. Then only something about the theory of relativity in the second. Then the third had an article. The writer of the article was in the top left corner of the page, and in it, he was talking about how he believes it is fully possible to bend time and pass through, letting yourself in through different horizons, at time either long past, or never experienced.

And I don’t think she’s at peace with us being romantically over, that I’ve found another love … had found … I lean back on the hard, wooden chairs of the library. My eyes tingle from the constant reading of fine print in dusty books. Surely there must be something to be found somewhere about why time travel is really possible, and how it works when you try to change something in the past. So many writers have written about time travel, so many philosophers have contemplated it, even scientists have looked into it. There must be at least a grain of truth in it, right? I also run into all kinds of conspiracy theories in my research: that the Twin Towers fell by the FBI, that JFK was killed by