Stopped Time Novels & Stories

"Time stopped. I stopped...time." All three of them stare at me, stunned into total silence. The air in the room tightens unbearably, pressing down on us all. “You what?” Zeke asks, his voice careful, slow, like he’s not entirely sure he heard the impossible claim right. “I stopped time,” I say, the confession sounding insane even to my own ears. “It wasn’t intentional, I swear. Everything and everyone just froze for maybe a minute or so.” Roman mutters a guttural curse under his breath, leaning back in disbelief. Kael just stares at me, his eyes wide, like he’s trying to see the incredible, impossible magic still clinging to my skin.

Clara wondered what he did in that massive dark room of his. But she would have to keep wondering until they got married since she was back to her place now. With time, the paparazzi were tired of staking an empty house. Clara was sure they took the hint already because they stopped coming. One or two of them come around sometimes but that was all, they never hung around too long. That was good for Clara because she needed her peace. She needed to sort out her emotions real quick before she exploded.

Unknown POV I lost track of time while I burned cigarette stick after stick. The once dark sky is now preparing for a new day. I walk slowly away from the window feeling cranky from lack of sleep and stiff from staying in position for too long. It's a new day and I'm really excited about what I planned on doing today, I really hope it goes well. The loud ringing of my phone had me stopped surprised. "isn't it kinda early" "what do you want?" I asked into the phone clearly not in the mood to handle the person on the other end.

Good thing demure is still eating, he doesn't need to get what's mine. Hours had passed, we're still traveling. Dumb-mure had been sleeping, his head on my shoulder for almost an hour now. All I did was play some games on my phone to kill my boredom. Then my stomach began to growl, asking to be fed. Then chocolates came rushing through my brain cell. I took a bite and then after, I'm not able to stop eating anymore. I ain't going to watch the view since cities were far now and all you can see was trees and grasses. Suddenly the bus stops and Demure woke up. I looked at my window outside and all buses are aligned and stopped.

Once more, my stomach rumbled and I angrily ignored it. “ We could stop at the next gas station if you’re really hungry” hunter commented at the roaring of my stomach. “ Next? Has there been a previous one?” “ No actually, but there’s a first one at our next turn” “ Okay” I said as I patiently waited for our next turn. And true to his directions, in less than ten minutes we were approaching a gas station with only two individuals present and a single gas pump. Hunter drove into the marked out area for parking and immediately turned off the ignition .

“They’ve been moving money all morning.⁠” “Wher⁠e?​” James looked at me. “Out o⁠f t‌he co​unt​ry.” ‍ M⁠y stomach dr​opped. ‍ “T‍hey’re‍ leav⁠ing​.” “Not⁠ yet.” He turned the phone toward me. ‌ ⁠“The transfers stopped twenty minute‍s ago.”⁠ “Why?” James l​oo⁠ked toward the window‌.

"Still, even with his negligent studies, Cronus had understood the concept of time stop! And he could maintain it for a full three minutes!" The mountains were shaken for the second time in a few minutes. They understood the difficulty of being a time cultivator. Time stop was an ability that only a few individuals in history had been able to comprehend! Yet someone who was not a hardworking time practitioner, had awakened this skill. And he could use it for three minutes no less. The 9th was one of the very few time practitioners who could use time stop and he could only maintain it for 30 seconds! Finding out that there was someone who did not practice just as hard as you yet was better wo

The sky turned white. Evelyn looked over her shoulder. David was still standing. He hadn't moved. He simply watched them escape. Then he raised one hand. The entire city stopped collapsing. Everything froze. The falling buildings. The broken streets. The particles of dust. Even the screams. Everything became motionless. Hope stopped. Evelyn almost crashed into her. "What happened?" Hope stared behind them. "He stopped time." Evelyn's blood ran cold. "He can do that?" "Not him."

My boyfriend Noah Carter and I had a plan: turn our college's fourteen-day outdoor orientation into a fourteen-episode documentary series about us. For the eleventh time, Noah left me alone on the training field. His childhood friend Claire Moore had called him in tears, saying she'd been vomiting and was lying in the camp clinic alone and scared. Waiting for him to come back, I missed the camp's only sunset team drill and the closing long take I'd spent two weeks preparing. That evening, he sent me a photo. Claire sat in a dessert shop outside camp, a smoothie and a slice of strawberry cake in front of her, cheeks pink and looking happier than anyone else in the place. Noah texted back: "Th

I say softly as Elliott placed her car keys on a dish on the table. "Thank you," she chokes quietly, picking up a picture of her holding a young Macy. "She was three months pregnant when she was in the accident. "Did Reese cause..." "Yes, I was ten weeks," I choke in a whisper. "It was six months ago. The abuse stopped when I told her I wanted a baby. She beat me when I didn't have dinner ready when she ended her shift. I was taking a nap after a twelve hour surgery and was sleeping when she got home."