Split Second Novels & Stories

As her friend, this was the most she could help him with, by giving him her best wishes. “Perhaps one day we can meet,” Marvel said. “Good night, my friend.” Good night? But it was only six in the evening. Ah! She realised the time. They had been speaking for over an hour, and she had lost all track of time. Her phone was starting to bug her to have it charged as the battery was now well under ten per cent, so she hurriedly plugged it to the desk charger and lay back on the bed thinking about her call with Marvel earlier.

She nodded. “Okay,” she said. “What are you thinking?” My grip tightened slightly. “We separate,” I said. Her expression didn’t change. But her eyes sharpened. “And?” “And we stop reacting the same way,” I continued. “We don’t follow the rhythm.” Understanding clicked in her gaze. “You want to break its timing,” she said. “Exactly.” “5 seconds.” Time was up. Decision made. Or forced. My phone vibrated violently. “Separation confirmed.” My chest tightened.

Something dangerous. Something that could destroy them all.

“This is the same system.” A pause. I exhaled slowly, shaking my head once. “No… not the same,” I corrected, my voice tightening. “Split.” That word sat wrong, because split meant unstable, it meant something wasn’t holding, and that wasn’t supposed to happen. I crouched slightly, my hand brushing against one of the structural lines, my fingers hovering just above it as I focused, my gaze narrowing. It responded, normal and stable, but underneath there was something else. Like a second layer wasn’t separate, just… offset.

Alyssa suddenly lifted her head, and a desperate glimmer of hope lit up in her eyes. "Dr. Ortega said there's still a chance! We can go overseas. We'll find the best doctors and use the best medicine! Money isn't a problem. The Salazars have plenty of it! "Jordan, I'm begging you. Give us one more chance. Let us make it up to you, okay?" Make it up to me? I opened my eyes and looked at her. "How are you going to make it up to me? With money? Or with the family affection that's ten years overdue?"

Noah stood alone in the living room, the late afternoon light spilling through the windows in soft gold streaks across the floor. Hayes had just fallen asleep upstairs, and for once, the house was still. It was peaceful, normal, and he liked this version of life—simple, contained, and safe. He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair as he reached for the glass of water on the table. Then, the room tilted. Not violently, and not enough to make him fall, but just enough to feel wrong. Noah froze, blinking once, then twice. The world didn’t correct itself. Instead, it split. For a second, there were two tables, two glasses—two versions of the same reality, slightly out of alignment.

"The treatment might save us both. Or it might kill us both. I don't know what to do." More kicks. Hope was moving a lot now. Like she was trying to tell me something. "Are you saying take the treatment? Or don't take it?" The kicks continued. And then something strange happened. The kicks formed a pattern. Kick, kick, pause. Kick, kick, pause. Like Hope was sending me a message in code. But what was the message? I tried to count the kicks. Two kicks, then a pause. Two more kicks, then a pause. Two meant...

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There was a vulnerability in his gaze, a silent plea for understanding and forgiveness that tugged at my heartstrings. --- Two years earlier, I found myself sitting alone in our favourite spot, the soft glow of the setting sun casting a warm hue over the surroundings. I had already drunk two glasses of wine. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, torn between the desire to confess my feelings to Seb and the fear of risking our friendship. As I wrestled with my thoughts, a familiar figure approached, two glasses clutched in his hands. Seb. He had a faint smile on his lips, but his eyes betrayed a hint of sadness, a reflection of the bittersweet moment that lay ahead of us.

This story is all about boys love. Love is not gender biased. It's all about feeling how we feel towards someone especial. Everyone gets second choice to correct the mistake . Ryan also gets the second chance to get back his soulmate. But does he really make this chance in the right way or just spoils it again and left regretted rest of his life. Parth who loves him unconditionally, tries all possible ways to get his love but love is all about putting equal efforts from both side.