Only Time Will Tell Summary Novels & Stories

After we'd had a fight, my childhood sweetheart, Adrian Hale, deliberately agreed to take a sophomore named Sienna Reed to Beach House Week on Cape Cod. He was certain I'd do what I always did: get jealous, start a fight, then swallow my pride and beg him to come home. But when he returned to Kingsley University with Sienna a week later, he found me unexpectedly easy to deal with. He gave Sienna my lead creator slot in the National Robotics Challenge. I didn't quit. I organized her test data and rewrote her presentation for her. He backed Sienna in the student council election and picked apart my work during the public debate. I didn't argue. I admitted I could have prepared better and calml

No time for detours. Then the remarks. Short. Repeatable. Thirty seconds of soundbite. Enough to satisfy the board, the press, and the audience. Nothing that required memory, nothing that demanded effort she couldn’t give. Another ping. Marlowe. “Clock is running.” I didn’t need the reminder. I checked the time. Delay meant the window closed. The longer we waited, the deeper the story metastasized. Power slipping. Control eroding. I straightened my sleeves. Ran through sequences, fallback plans.

And waits. The debt can wait. The fight can wait. Everything can wait. For four years and nine months. Then the real story begins. END OF PART ONE

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

You've had your pillow wet several times. So yes, it's too late. Because the feeling has already been dissipated. And it depends on time. Time runs differently for everyone. It's unfair to judge someone who decides to start over in three months, without taking into account what that person had tried in a year. Love happens, I heard it once. Yeah I agree. Yes, it happens, when you open the door for it to happen. Love happens when we least expect it, but it also happens when it is built, little by little, from a friendship. There are few who know about it. And they usually only realize it when they're crying. But now it's no use. It's too late".

"Hello, everyone. I'm sure most of you know me. I'm Dakota Perez, the so-called gold digger who dumped her husband for a rich man, as described by one of our department managers, Gordon Baker. "Many of you might believe the rumors he's been spreading, but do you know the truth? Well, let's find out what the truth is by taking a look at some detailed evidence." With that, I picked up my phone and shared the original PowerPoint file in the company group chat. "I've also uploaded the file to our group chat. Feel free to review it on your own later," I said and pressed the play button on the presentation. Slide by slide, I laid out the entire story of how Gordon lied to me, manipulated me, argue

That alone told me where his heart really was. I had plans, too. Tomorrow would mark exactly one month since I filed to break our mate bond. I’d be picking up the finalized certificate—basically our divorce papers—from City Hall. After that, I could leave, officially. “Okay,” I replied softly. “I’ll be home in time for dinner. I’d like to have that roasted herb venison you make, the one with the wild greens,” he said, eyes sparkling. However, my flight was at 7 p.m. There was no time to make him dinner.

At least I wouldn't have to witness their happy family of four and smell that nauseating mixture of scents. Memories flooded back like an uncontrolled tide. Alex and I had met when we were nobody special. I had supported him through his journey from an unknown programmer to a leading figure in the field of AI. For ten years, we had been the soulmates everyone in our circle envied. The first time, he was drugged by a business rival and slept with Brooke, who was just an intern then. He called me immediately, his voice shaking. "Em, I was set up! I swear on my integrity that this was the only time! I've handled everything cleanly. She'll never appear before us again!"

Hey readers I know I'm not giving proper updates to this book. I am extremely sorry about it. I have been quite busy because of my studies, and I have to wrap up my other story, "Love Me Again." The story has few chapters left, and then I'll continue another book in it with the story of next generation. So, I am focusing more on it as it's about to end. Soon, I'll come up with new chapters for Beyond The Time.

What they failed to notice was that I had been standing behind them the entire time, holding a body-cam recorder. The faint smile on my face vanished. My voice turned sharp. "Impressive." I spoke slowly, laying out the facts. "In less than an hour, I went from being a human trafficker… to a police officer. And just like that, the cause of a critically ill patient's post-surgical infection, without any new tests or evidence, shifted from 'unknown' to the family's fault."