Split Second Novels & Stories

My tone was dry and all I wanted right now was water or at least something to quench the thirst. A face appeared above mine. "Emery," he said my name like he was trying to get my full attention. "This is your choice." His eyes which were gold, glittered at me like stars from a night sky. "To have a second shot at life only in a different point of view." I didn't need to be asked twice. In a stable but weak voice I replied, "Yes."

He is a good man and I should not react to anything soon. “Ok, I will get ready!” I told him, getting in the restroom. He is behaving like a split personality person, all lovey-dovey at a moment and like a beast the next moment. He is making it hard for me to understand him. Maybe he is tired after the trip or the trip didn't turn out to be fruitful.

The feeling that your soul will be separated from your earthly body feels different when you have done something wrong to your partner. 'I cannot help it!' On the right side of my eyes, I could barely see the reflection of Yuki's face while looking straight ahead, and my two hands were anchored to the steering wheel. Seriously, I can't keep up with my heartbeat. What if Yuki was tired of enduring the sins I had committed and gave up on me? In the worst-case scenario, what if she breaks up with me after a few years of being together?

Nala breathes as slowly as possible late tonight, she leans against the wall to hear any movement in the next room. But there remains silence only the sound of the spring wind crackling out there, creating leaves dancing along with the breeze. What's wrong with Daniel? He's been locked up since two days ago, Nala believes. Although her mother said Daniel was out of town and didn't know when to go home. If it was true daniel was away, her brother would have said goodbye to her. Nala occasionally hears a movement at the end of Daniel's room, a falling object, something broken might just be a glass. But as soon as that sound comes up, it will sink back behind the silence like never before.

She is exhausted and I look at them appreciating my SECOND CHANCE in life. THE END

“Make time.” And then, Ivy screamed. The Baby Reacts A ripple of heat exploded across the room. Every lightbulb shattered. A hum filled the air—a strange, electric vibration that made their bones ache. Ivy clutched her stomach, collapsing to her knees. Killian caught her, eyes wide with alarm. “It’s starting,” he murmured. “What is?” Aiden demanded. “The split,” Killian said. “She’s carrying two. But only one is human. The other is… something else.”

Vittorio received the message just as he had finally coaxed his childhood sweetheart back to sleep. At the first chime of his phone, his brow furrowed, terrified that the sound would wake Elara. Still, when he saw the caller ID, he picked up the phone as quietly as possible. [Vittorio, we break up.]

The counselor stood up and announced, “Times up Mr. Stone, we have to get Thomas back to school.” “When do I get to go to my new school?” Thomas asked me. I leaned over to him and said, “We are going to do everything we can to make it happen really fast.” I smiled and watched him walk away before saying, “Jason, you were right, he needs a second chance too. How long will it take?” “Tessa, are you sure? Be honest with me,” he said. “I want to, I have no doubts. He needs us. Would we still have to wait six weeks, it wouldn’t make sense.”

Neither worked. Because Luke held his ground. And that— That was new. Nyra’s eyes narrowed. “…you’re anchoring yourself.” Luke didn’t respond. He stepped forward again. This time— The fragment didn’t reject him. It split. Two overlapping versions forming at once— Trying to exist side by side. Nyra’s voice dropped. “…that’s not possible.” Luke stepped fully inside. And the world— Didn’t settle. It duplicated. Two skies. Two grounds. Two versions of the same moment—

I bowed my head as tears fell without warning, mixing with the blood. “Carter, you… b*st*rd.” My voice broke as I said it. Two days later, Carter woke up in the ICU. I stood in front of him and handed him a divorce agreement. He stared at it, stunned, pain written all over his face. I turned away, refusing to look at him. “I know… I know I was wrong and don’t deserve your forgiveness. But can you give me one more chance? Breaking the mate bond would be painful, so… could we not get divorced?”