On Time Book Novels & Stories

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Standing in the center of the living room, Alex found it difficult to breathe for the first time. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. It was a delivery person with a postcard mailed from Aspurg ten years ago. I had written it in my elegant handwriting. "To us ten years from now, may our love remain as it was in the beginning." Alex rushed out of the villa and called his assistant frantically. "Where's my wife? She's been missing for a month, and none of you noticed?" His assistant, Caleb Grover, trembled on the other end. "Mr. Carter, Mrs. Carter said she wanted to go on a retreat for meditation and didn't want anyone to disturb her... We thought—"

Now is a really good time since I'm alone and not expecting any visitors. I really can't explain just how time flies. I've been reading the book and I'm on CHAPTER thirty-five. It just feels like I read chapter one five seconds ago. But now it's almost 5 pm. I take my phone under the pillow taking a little bit of a break from the book. I get all these messages and missed calls from Bruna telling me to get online. This doesn't sound good.

She couldn’t keep fighting what was already set in motion. “I'm inviting you over to my family house to meet my parents and family. Get familiar and acquainted with my big family. It’s the appropriate thing to do. If I invited you or not, our parents will still find a way to make it happen. We can take it step by step”. “So, we really have to do this. What time?” “This evening. I'll come pick you up at your place. Is 7 o’clock okay?” “Yes.” He stood up ready to leave. Clara watched him walk out of her shop. She couldn’t bring herself to wave him goodbye when he did. All she did was settle into her chair and weep.

It wasn't necessary cause I wasn't planning on running, not yet. It had been more than a week since I had travelled back in time. I missed technology terribly. I really wished I could hear to Taylor Swift right now. Ugh! At this point I'll be glad even if I saw a toaster. I looked around the room and saw my tools, notes and equipment scattered everywhere. I cleaned up the mess and hid it under the bed. I needed a break.

Chapter Two: Adonis In the last chapter: On the watch there was another note. 'Hey babe! Now this watch here is for you to check the time and reach the airport at exactly 10:30 because I can't wait any longer to meet you. A' And that was enough to bring that smile on my face that had long since disappeared. ____________________

I checked the time,omg it 3 pm already Wow time really do fly I guess, it must be Bianca or Richard Richard didn't say the specific time he will be home,I packed the books lying on the floor back into the bookshelf and went out to open the door. TBC

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The teacher said it was on the middle shelf right in the middle row a year, I went to where the teacher told me the books were, sometimes I looked at her because she is wearing shorts that show her legs well, then I asked the teacher a question, I wanted to know if the school had a collection of books and I said the name for her and she told me she did, that's when she asked Kris to show me where the books I wanted are. -Kris, can you show the teacher where the books are, please, then she got up. I fixed the shorts and showed me the wave of the books, at this time I took her hand and looked into her eyes she stood there looking at me, she gaped, It was at this time that I spoke...

The night was not as long as he hoped as the daylight spread through the bedroom, and he watched her begin to wake up and stretch. The soft smile that had been on her face as she slept, knowing that she and he both felt the same about each other and that everything they had hoped for was going to happen someday as long as they were together and worked to keep themselves that way. He knew they were finally on the same page of the book.