Stopped Time Novels & Stories

I looked out the window as the bright sunlight filled my room. It was a beautiful morning—the kind that makes you forget every bad thing that ever happened. The light poured through the glass like honey, warm and thick. I stretched, smiled, and reached for my phone. No notifications. No signal. The time on the screen read 12:00 AM. "That's weird," I muttered. I tapped the clock app. Nothing. The seconds hand didn't move. I looked at my bedside digital clock. Same thing. 12:00 AM. Frozen.

"That's the number." Harper looked at him, dread creeping into her voice. "What number?" "The clock." He pointed toward the screen. "We don't have an hour." Martin swallowed hard. "How long do we have?" Ethan did the calculation silently, his lips pressing into a thin line. "About thirty minutes before South stops being a distribution center and becomes a parking lot." Harper didn't waste another second, snapping into motion. "Martin, shut down all automated inbound assignments to South."

Japhet’s POV Time stops meaning anything the moment they take her away from me. Not because the world actually pauses, not because anything around me slows down, but because everything inside me does, everything that once moved with precision and control now stalls, caught in a space where nothing progresses and nothing settles, where every second stretches into something unbearable and every passing moment feels like it’s taking more from me than I can afford to lose. The doors close behind them. And I stand there. Still. For longer than I should. Longer than anyone expects.

Unexpectedly, the unfinished deed Neela had been wanting to do would be this. However... However, all the latter words could not fall from Alex’s lips. Neela said, “My lord, I’m a little embarrassed. Therefore, I’ll impose another domain of Time Stop on you. In that way, you’ll feel nothing. I will be done with it after you open and close your eyes.” Before Alex could object, Neela unleashed Time Stop. “Ah... Ah... I...”

Time to end this one way or another. ***

Dean tried to resist the sound of the alarm, but the ringing of the phone made Dean nervous inhibition. He couldn't stand it but his eyes were still closed. His hand groped the phone according to the source of the sound. Until the second bell rang, he found out. Open an eye. Can't believe it. It is now five hours and seven minutes. So the first bell rang, at four-twenty, he just opened his eye and ignored the ringing bell, the bell went off by itself. Looking outside, it was pitch black, around two or three o'clock in the city. In the mountains, near dawn, the temperature drops quite lowly.

Who is it? ( Riley) It's me, Riley. (Amy) Oh, please come in. {Riley enters Amy's room} How are you feeling? ( Amy) Am okay. Thanks for the help. if don't mind but what time is it? (Riley) It's after midnight. (Amy) I see...um...can you stay with me until I fall asleep please, am a bit scared of staying by myself at this moment. ( Riley) Sure whatever you need. A few moments later she fell asleep.

When Angela and Leon arrived at the registry office, it was exactly five thirty. The staff there respected work hours to the minute, not a second off. The instant the second hand pointed to twelve, the mouse clicked with a soft beep and the computer shut down. No matter how loudly Angela shouted “Wait,” it was useless. She could only watch as the screen faded from Windows’ blue skies and green fields into a black shutdown screen. Angela stopped in the lobby and did not move forward again.

Frederico Grey Volkov I stopped looking at the clock. The numbers had become a taunt — 11:47 p.m. turning into 11:52, then 12:03. She wasn’t coming. Or perhaps she was testing me. Either way, the waiting had become unbearable. I stood up, the whiskey glass still in my hand, and walked to the master bathroom.

It was a text from Julian, sounding as arrogant and casual as ever: "The ritual is starting soon. Where are you? Stop hiding and get over here." Once I caught my breath, I typed my final reply: "I have officially rejected you, Julian Thorne. Have fun with your little savior game. May we never cross paths again." The second I hit send, I blocked his number for good. The airport intercom announced the boarding call for my flight to the North. I grabbed my suitcase, looked at the blackened screen of my phone one last time, and hit power-off.