On Time Book Novels & Stories

he said, standing and walking toward me. He reached for a book above my head, his eyes locked on mine. The way he looked at me could melt me on the spot. Was he always this handsome? Why did his eyes seem so familiar? Calm, yet deep—like the ocean. He smiled and tapped the book lightly against my forehead before waving it playfully as he backed away, still smiling. I looked at the book he was holding—Time and Time Again by Tamara Ireland Stone. My comfort book. I don’t relate to Ana, but I do to Ben. We both don’t stay.

There was no time to make him dinner. Still, I nodded. I could change my flight to 10 p.m. and let that meal be my last goodbye.

“Very well then.” The pentagram of time then drew around them. With the gate that is distinct and only pertains to the Mistress of time. The book appears in its hallowed state, with only the purple neon light that draws its outline. The book opens as the sound of the flipping pages is echoing, and stopping at a particular point. As the Mistress of time, smiled and said. “Winona Bell.”

Recognizing the opportunity to share her knowledge and help others reach their full potential, Luna decided to write a book titled "Efficiency Unleashed: Luna's Secrets to Productivity." In her book, Luna delved deeper into the principles and strategies that had propelled her to success. She shared practical techniques for effective time management, emphasizing the importance of setting clear goals and establishing a routine that optimizes productivity. Luna encouraged readers to identify their most productive hours and allocate those times for their most important tasks, harnessing the power of focused energy and concentration.

It was like he was trying to remember where he was. “What time is it?” he asked. Wilkes took a quick glance at his wristwatch. “6:34,” he said. “If you don't get up now, when you finally do, the day's activities will be twice as difficult to gi through.” Harold grunted as he got on his feet. He knew that was true. He looked around the room as if searching for something. “Looking for anything?” Wilkes asked. “Yeah, yeah,” Harold drawled. “The waffles. I'm really hungry.”

"I see you so clearly in my dreams, yet when I'm awake I don't know who you are" Beep! Beep! Beep! I roll over and turn the alarm off. Ugh, I had that dream again. Is my subconscious telling me to make time for more than my studies and book club meetings? It could be this new book I'm reading. Either way, it's been a while since…I don't want to think about that right now. I guess I'd better get ready for classes. It's Monday and it's raining. I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth, wash my face, and brush my hair up into a ponytail. As I put on my purple flannel, blue jeans, and rain boots I decide to stop by the coffee shop on my way to my morning classes to pick up something hot to drink

I tell him. I prompt Time to walk with me, and finally, he actually follows. He may seem reluctant, but he’s giving me a chance to prove to him something he hasn’t been able to prove to himself. That’s why I’m here, I suppose. I wonder if the moment he knew who he was, he came up with this plan. “Well you’ve met the man of honesty himself,” Time says, smirking at me. “I’ll tell you all the dirty details. I can even tell you the size of my-“

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

Or was it an old video, and had he left immediately after he won the case yesterday? Stop, Aria; don’t think of him. He doesn’t think of you, so how dare you think of him? Pff, time to sleep. - The next morning, Mother kept complaining about why I had no groceries in the kitchen, what I ate, and all. But it was soon 8am, and I had to finally publish my book; my gaze lingered on the clock. 7:59 One Two I kept counting the seconds, and when it was a few seconds to 8, I clicked the button, and my book was now live.

The tutorial was great and I actually understood everything he taught me. And It was so fun that I didn’t even realize when a whole hour went by. Not until he drew my attention to the time. “Time up.” He said, closing the book in front of me and I just laughed. “Thanks, Will,” I said as I stood up, slinging my bag over my shoulder. He tilted his head. “For what?” “For not making this weirder than it already is.” He chuckled. “Anytime.”