Novel & Cerita Secondhand Time Book

"You're a good man, Julian. Sophia doesn't know how fortunate she would have been to marry you." I hugged them with misty eyes and smiled. "It's alright. If I can't be your son-in-law, I can still be like a son to you. In the future, I'll still look after you both." Gavin and Allison finally smiled through their tears and ultimately agreed with my decision. I remembered the second wish in Sophia's diary. That should count as fulfilling it, right? The time machine would only allow me to stay here for thirty-six hours. Now, there was one last wish to fulfill.

As was the section on "Strategic Alliances: Knowing Who to Trust and Who to Watch." Finally, I glanced at the antique clock on the desk and realized with a start that nearly an hour had passed. I needed to get ready. I closed the book carefully and returned it to its place on the shelf. As I turned to leave, my eyes caught on another book, this one was slim and bound in white leather: "The Luna's Gift: Understanding Your True Power." I pulled it from the shelf, but when I opened it, the pages were blank. Completely blank, as if the book had never been written in or the ink had somehow faded entirely.

It is all about the rhythm. "You're becoming a fine A****n, my fiery little hellcat," Braxius teases me when I can fend off his attack and un-sword him like he's shown me. I shrug and smile at his compliment. It has been easier to talk with him these days, and he's really trying to get to know me. He's even asked around if anyone has seen or heard about my little sister Meena. I don't know what happened to my Irish twin after getting sucked through time on the fairy hill. I've been praying she has escaped my fate in being stuck in an ancient time and place!

Like 271 days was boring. Like home was obvious. _Thump._ *3:00 PM. [SFX: CLOCK. THEN NONE. THEN SEVEN.]* Living room. Not fireplace. Not _COURT_ box. Burned 265 days ago. Just us. Seven. Me. Floor. February. Chest. Sleeping. 3 PM. On time. Adrian. Next to me. 59 BPM. Head on my shoulder. Alex. Other side. Book. Reading. To her. _The House That Was Just Home._ Page 1. “Once upon a time there was a house that was not a court…”

The folder held countless emails. I opened them one by one, and each was a draft addressed to Lilith that had never been sent. The most recent was from a month before Isaac proposed to me three years ago. Every line in those emails was filled with the longing and despair of a love that could never be his. "Lilith, you've been abroad for two years. Today I walked past our old favorite dessert shop and bought a slice of your favorite cheesecake. Too bad it wasn't you sitting there."

“Redemption. Forgiveness. Second chances.” Otto leaned slightly closer, lowering his voice. “Is that what your book is about? Second chances?” “Among other things.” Nora shifted on her stool, angling her body away from him ever so slightly. “But I’d rather not give spoilers.” The distance she placed between them felt like a physical ache. Otto’s fingers tightened around his glass. “You’ve changed,” he said. A small, humourless smile curved her lips. “Everyone changes in five years, Otto. That’s how time works.”

Did he sense something. Did he notice that I wasn't really reading the book? I thought, looking at the book in my hands (My Life Saver by Lilian Finn). What a weird coincidental name for a book. Twenty minutes past eleven p.m. When did time fly so fast? I survived today, tomorrow is going to be another day. "Let's get ready for it." I said, resting my head on my pillow and hugging the book, My Life Saver. ***Day eleven***

Twelve minutes later, in the cashier's area, A tall man seemed to be waiting in line in front of him. There were four more people at the till, so he had to be patient. In the right hand of Abigail Laurentia Verz's husband, five books are visible, which are ready for payment. Massimo glanced to the left, and there was a beautiful young girl who also did the same action as him.

“Do you think the bookstore next to Wixon still has it?” Valencia leaned on the kitchen counter near the sink, tapping her fingers on the ceramic surface. “Yeah, trust me the last time I visited that bookstore down on 2nd street was 2 days ago. it was a recent visit so I’m sure they still have a few left in the Non-fiction section.” The voice on the phone said.

Good for a young adult. The fifth story was a bit relatable. It was about a Korean Heir who was put under pressure by the community, especially his father. Some scenarios in his life made him mentally unstable, causing his mind to scattered into little pieces. It was about how can conquer all things including mental health. It's title was “The Two Timer” written by Your Wet Chinless Author. It was on time that mom called me on my phone. “Hello Mom? Yes mom. I'm done. I was about to fall in line to pay the books that I bought,” I told her while pushing my heavy chart to the 3rd line section of cashier.