Secondhand Time Book Novels & Stories

It read: "Mr. Richards wants you to get ready by 5:30 pm. He intends to leave by 6:45 pm." She put the paper to the side and looked at the time on the wall clock. It was past noon. She still had plenty of time. What was she even going to do to fill up all that extra time? She decided to go to his library and she pick a book. She found one of the books she had previously tried to read. For some reason, the book on seduction kept popping up like it was something the universe wanted her to read. She had read it before but was only able to make it past the first four chapters. Ever since then, she had forgotten that the book had existed until now. With nothing more interesting left to do, she he

I caught Rebecca off guard with my words, and for a moment, she didn't know how to respond. Suddenly, Sebastian Robinett, the orphanage's director, spoke up from the side. "Tyler, this is where you're wrong," he said, his voice heavy with disapproval. Sebastian wasn't just the honorary director of the orphanage, but also our college dean, earning a hefty salary in the millions. My company, Hale Group, funded both institutions. But now, here he was, lecturing me like I had done something wrong.

She reached out and gently took the schedule again, her fingers tracing the lines as if searching for a hidden flaw. "You are doing well, Tyra!" Joana exclaimed, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. I rolled my eyes at her, trying to mask the wave of self-doubt that threatened to engulf me. "Just doing what needs to be done," I mumbled, pushing the thought aside. The stack of papers, meticulously organized and filled with contact information, felt heavy in my hands. I started making calls, my fingers flying across the keyboard as I scheduled appointments with the distributors for Marco's birthday party. The event was a major undertaking, and I was determined to make it a success.

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and

Every time Casen came home, Charlie would welcome him while cradling the newborn. On occasion, Casen would give her a distant acknowledgment. Charlie believed that things could only get better with time. Little did anyone know, Casen was just biding his time. A year went by. Out of nowhere, when nobody was expecting it, Casen launched a coup. He swiftly eliminated his secret rivals and overhauled the Morettis’ hierarchy of power from top to bottom. In mere days, Casen held absolute power. No one could ever defy him again. As soon as the dust settled, Casen returned to the manor right away.

“Elysia, what are you doing? Hurry and speak with the two gentlemen…” My father’s voice echoed through the private dining hall of the Falcone family estate. I jolted awake from my daze, my head spinning violently. The world tilted before my eyes, as if an electric current had surged straight through my brain. I had been sent back in time three years ago, to the very day my sister and I were made to choose our husbands. The sound of the explosion still seemed to ring in my ears, with smoke and fire flashing through my memory. I clenched my palm hard, again and again, trying to confirm whether this was a dream, but pain shot through my hand.

My mother sounded thrilled, but quickly caught herself. "Wait, what about Vittorio you've been with for years?" "He's gone." She let out a heavy sigh. "When are you planning to return home?" "In about two weeks." Hanging up, I looked back at the towering skyscraper and felt a sense of bitterness. I gave Vittorio the chance before, but he never valued it. Now that he chose to cast me aside, I would do the same to him. The next day, I slept in until noon and only headed to the headquarters afterward to hand in my resignation. Unexpectedly, as I walked from the design department to HR, colleagues kept congratulating me. Serena Russo, the HR manager, dragged me into her office the second I arriv

He really was good at Calculus, not that I was going to tell him that anytime soon though. I stuffed the folder into my bag as well and with a shrug, I stuffed my ancient copy of Cyanide by Ludwig Singer along with it. It was my favorite book in the whole world, I had had it since I was fourteen and I had this belief it brought me luck and the good Lord knew I needed all the luck in this world to scale the next fourteen days. 6:12AM. I still had time to kill, literally I wish I could kill time. It'd be nice to be able to control time, to switch the hands of the clock forward and backwards at will. To go back to correct some mistakes, to experience some things once again.

When I took the calico cat from the man, her claws caught on my cuff. The man lowered his eyes and freed me, his movements steady. "She's called Fluffball. She's shy around strangers, but she loves drawing paper." I looked down. Fluffball had already jumped onto my box of sketches and was dozing off. The man handed me a name card—Old Times Bookstore, Tyler Tanner. "There's a restoration bench for old books next door. If you're short on tools, you can come borrow some," Tyler said.

I then yawn as my eyes fall on the fancy clock on the wall. It is quite late, or should I say early? The time is 2:30 A.M. I open the door of my room and I walk outside, then down the stairs. To reach the kitchen, I have to walk through the living room. All the lights are off, but there is a some form of light that I can see. When I enter the living room, I see my dad sitting in the couch with his laptop. He turns to me once he sees me. “Oh, you’re awake.” He says softly.