Out Of Time Novels & Stories

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚞𝚙!! ~𝙽𝚂

I let out a hopeless, bitter laugh. There was an air vent in the cellar, but after Caleb left, Gina had sealed it. I really had suffocated to death down there, just like he said. He hadn't even bothered to investigate before deciding I was the one who used expired makeup on Gina. During the last shoot three days ago, I was in charge of doing Gina's makeup. At the time, she specifically gave me a bottle of foundation, saying that this brand suited her skin. I carefully checked the expiration date to make sure it was safe before applying it to her face.

" I frowned, irritated by her nagging. She was still going on when I hung up and blocked her number. I was discharged on Christmas Eve. Back home, I cleared out every trace of her. I packed up all her clothes, toothbrush, and even her books, and threw them out. This was my house, and her things didn't belong here. Afterward, I returned to the Lowe residence for dinner. As I watched the TV, I scrolled through my phone out of boredom. Suddenly, a firework show shot to the top of the trending list. Seeing the initials TC and MG, I knew instantly that it was the firework show that Tessa had planned for Matthew.

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.

His words were like ice, and he hung up before she could say another word. Summer stared at her phone, her expression darkening as rage boiled beneath the surface. She’d waited so long for me to step aside, and she finally had her chance. However, why was everything slipping through her fingers now? A few days later, she called Lucien again. The moment he saw her name flash across the screen, his brows furrowed. “I told you. I don’t have time for this right now–” “Lucien.” Summer’s voice trembled, soft and tearful. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you, but the power’s out at my place. I think there’s a short circuit or something…

He just left without the slightest hesitation. Once outside, Lester floored the accelerator, and the car shot forward. The hospital was a 40-minute drive from home, but he made it in half the time. Henry was still waiting anxiously at the door, and the moment he saw Lester, he hurried over and said, "Mr. Garrison, I've been ringing the doorbell for over half an hour, but Mrs. Garrison still hasn't answered." Suppressing the unease rising in his chest, Lester opened the door and walked in.

POV: Wolfy Time was a variable they couldn't calculate. In a standard tactical scenario, time is linear. T-minus ten seconds to impact. ETA five minutes. The decay rate of a Barzil isotope. But in the cavern beneath the Dead City, time had stopped. Or perhaps it had looped back on itself, trapping us in a singular, agonizing moment of suspension. I stared at the readout on my datapad. The screen was cracked, the jagged edges of the glass biting into my thumb. The battery was a flickering red bar, critical, but the sensor array was functional.

Neil Waller had a strange way of handling every fight between us. He called it a reconciliation mystery box. Whenever we argued, he would block me for three days. Then, as if nothing had happened, a link would suddenly appear on my phone. His message usually went something like this: "Open it. If you get 'Better Luck Next Time,' leave me alone. If you get a reconciliation coupon, maybe I'll forgive you." For years, I played along. The punishments changed every time. Sometimes, I had to put up with another week of being ignored. Sometimes, Neil made me apologize in front of other people. Once, I opened the mystery box while he was having dinner with another woman, only for him to

On the last day before college entrance exams, Tristan Kelley, the most popular guy in class, let out an ear-splitting shout. "Everyone, skip the exam! Sage will pay out 50 million dollars!" He held up his phone, showing an insurance agreement he had signed with Sage, the AI chatbot, for everyone to see. All we had to do was miss the exam and we would receive 50 million dollars in compensation. "We're all bound for the best universities. In the worst case, we can retake the exam next year. "This is 50 million dollars. Do you think you'll ever see that kind of money in your life?" In my previous life, I called the police right away. I explained until I was blue in the face that Sage was j

“These are all small things. I can fix them. If you don’t like the three of us hanging out together, then from now on, we won’t all meet up at the same time. “Whatever else is bothering you, just tell me. I’ll change. I swear—” I cut him off, feeling irritated. “They’re not small things. My feelings were never small. “Honestly, we were done a long time ago, whether you see it or not. “Stop calling me. I really don’t want to have to change my number.” I hung up and blocked the unfamiliar number. I stayed busy once the semester started, and it felt good. I joined ROTC, and before I knew it, I had gotten pretty tan in just a couple of weeks.