On Time Book Novels & Stories

"Speaking of forgetting things. I needed to tell you that you have your doctor's appointment tomorrow. I know that I said that I'd bring him back to see you about... I don't know how long ago, but he's arranged to come about half six - ish in the evening. I do need to tell you first though that the doctor isn't a regular NHS doctor though. There's an organisation out there, called the The Organisation for the Inter Time Overseers, aka TOFTITO, aka the fucking time police.

It was the time most people would walk out of the library and would go to the book racks to keep their books back. He went back to his table with head down sad after about 5 minutes. It was his turn but oh well. "20 minutes more baby, then there's nobody who can stop us" the text popped. I will not lie my pussy was already dripping wet from the previous little corner action and imagining him fucking my wet pussy making it worse. It was 8.15 pm. The guard announced closing time at 8.30 pm. People dispersed to keep their books back, some went to him to borrow or return books.

Chapter contains smut (18+) Ariana's p.o.v I was woken up by loud music, I rubbed my eyes then looked at the small clock that was on my beside table (05 Am) this was way to early than the time I usually woke up. I stood up and went out of my room, I followed the sound of music downstairs and into an open room where loud moans were coming from, I stood frozen watching what was happening in front of me. A naked lady had her hands pressed on the wall to balance herself, she was moaning loudly with her eyes closed while the man that stood behind her was thrusting in her with low groans.

I found it, I said and pulled out a book. I hold a book, The Time Traveler’s Wife. The cover of the book shows a girl wearing black knee length dress and black school shoes with long white socks. And beside the girl is what looks like a red picnic cloth, with neatly folded man’s clothes and shoes on top of it. I paused for a while and stared at the cover of the book. Henry uncontrollably travels back and forth through time. He cannot choose the time and place he would like to travel to. Will I even know if I travel to the past or the future?

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.

"I ordered your favorite soft pink wedding dress. After surgery, the designer will take your measurements. At our wedding, you'll be the most beautiful bride." I smiled and touched his face. This was my farewell. Tears streamed down my face, and a silent thought echoed. "Ethan, there won't be a wedding for us." As the doors to the operating theater closed, I kept my gaze fixed on the three people I loved most; I wanted to commit their faces to memory. Once these doors closed, I knew I would never see them again. As anesthesia dulled my senses, the world around me faded away. My death was declared at precisely 10:00 pm, as indicated by the wall clock.

The landlord, who was moving things, paused for a moment. He then shook his head. "It wasn't there before. Maybe Evan installed it himself. I never paid much attention." 'That's not right.' Hannah stared at the clock. Something felt extremely strange to her. If something beyond common sense like a time-space distortion could happen, then maybe this clock also held some kind of secret. She reached out and touched it, but nothing happened. Hannah felt a little disappointed and was about to pull away, but the clock suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

Like 271 days was boring. Like home was obvious. _Thump._ *3:00 PM. [SFX: CLOCK. THEN NONE. THEN SEVEN.]* Living room. Not fireplace. Not _COURT_ box. Burned 265 days ago. Just us. Seven. Me. Floor. February. Chest. Sleeping. 3 PM. On time. Adrian. Next to me. 59 BPM. Head on my shoulder. Alex. Other side. Book. Reading. To her. _The House That Was Just Home._ Page 1. “Once upon a time there was a house that was not a court…”

It was according to the book, if I haven't forgotten. "What time is it?" I asked. "You're asking strange things again, My lady," she answered. I slapped my forehead for being stupid. That's right. There is no clock in this novel. Time wasn't introduced and wasn't created. I don't know why, maybe the author forgot? Most of historical novels have time, actually. But here, nothing. I don't even know what sign they have on whether it's morning, noon, afternoon, or night. At least morning until evening are part of their vocabulary.

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