Rewinding Clock Novels & Stories

“Try restarting.” I turned the key severally. On the fourth try, the engine coughed, caught and roared to life. Relief flooded me. “Thank you, sir,” I said, voice wobbly. He slammed the hood shut. “You’re welcome.” “Where are you headed?” I asked, mostly to be polite, to fill the awkward silence. “To get my watch fixed.” He lifted his wrist. “It’s running twenty minutes behind.” Wait a minute! I glanced at the dash clock.

She needed to find the text files of The Billionaire’s Constraint. The browser window opened with a flash but it didn't load her dashboard. The screen instantly turned a brilliant , blinding blue, like the vertical glass pods in the subterranean matrix. The standard mouse cursor vanished, replaced by a horizontal ticker tape of black text. CHRONOS_REWRITE_SYSTEM: RETRIEVING ARCHIVED DATA FOR VANCE_E... WARNING: SUBJECT IS CURRENTLY RETAINING IN EXCEPTION STATE... DELETION UNIT 01 EN ROUTE TO MAINLAND SECTOR...

She noticed my hand seemed to be showing the number seven. What did that mean? Hannah couldn't figure it out. Just as she was about to touch the clock and rewind time again, she suddenly sensed someone watching her from behind. She turned around, but all she saw was the back of someone wearing black clothes. Hannah touched the clock. Time rewound again and again. Without a doubt, all her attempts to save me failed. By the seventh rewind, Hannah finally understood what I meant by the number seven. The number seven represented the fact that she only had seven chances to rewind time. Each time she went back, the clock became older and older.

That was the consequences of fighting against the curse of her dreams. Then on her dimensional pocket, Georgia took the key of time, the white key. "Let the time be rewind, re: begin!" She chanted the verse. Then Georgia on her place saw the time fast backward a hundred times. There she saw Ole adventuring, killing monsters and having time with her friends and till she came back to the time where she was crowned.

***************************** Making a relationship take long but breaking a relationship only take seconds **************************

With a loud roar, he poured the divine power from his golden core into the Requiem Clock continuously. One hundred thousand points, two hundred thousand points, five hundred thousand points! The Requiem Clock started to move.

] [The ring must be what he really wanted to give you! [Congratulations on your happy news!] Lucy’s private message followed: [Aria, in this life, I'm the main character!] [And you only deserve the free gift.] I opened my hand, letting the "free gift" ring slide into the drain. Without a doubt, she had been reborn too. — The next morning, the lab was filled with the greasy smell of takeout food. Leon saw I'd been up all night working, noticed the stomach medication on my desk, and smiled wryly.

She had to marry him today since she’d already had her first memory. The clock was ticking. The rest might come tumbling down at any moment. She could get her memory back, then all would be lost. His revenge. His child’s name. He had to marry her as soon as possible. Now, before she remembered everything, and ran away again, this time taking his baby with her.

"They match the shapes on the desk. We just need to align them." "No, no," he says, waving me off. He’s hunched over the desk, frantically typing codes into a keypad. "It’s a Fibonacci sequence. Look at the intervals of the clock chiming. It’s 1, 1, 2, 3... we just need the next digit." "Owen, the clock is just broken! Look at the carvings!" "I’ve got it, Sydney! Trust the process!" He slams a code into the keypad with a triumphant grin.