Stopped Time Novels & Stories

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This is a good trick to use if I want to kill someone in secret. As we move on, the restriction has changed to time shift, which is ranked unique. [Time Shift(Unique)- Stop time for any physical entity, not usable on the dead and spirits] As time goes by, I am becoming more like a fantasy main character. It has finally happened! I have gained unrivalled time stopping abilities! How long is it going to last? [5 seconds] The time is not too long but not too short either, with the power I have at the moment, 5 seconds would be enough to kill anyone of my level at least twice.

His words were like ice, and he hung up before she could say another word. Summer stared at her phone, her expression darkening as rage boiled beneath the surface. She’d waited so long for me to step aside, and she finally had her chance. However, why was everything slipping through her fingers now? A few days later, she called Lucien again. The moment he saw her name flash across the screen, his brows furrowed. “I told you. I don’t have time for this right now–” “Lucien.” Summer’s voice trembled, soft and tearful. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you, but the power’s out at my place. I think there’s a short circuit or something…

"I ordered your favorite soft pink wedding dress. After surgery, the designer will take your measurements. At our wedding, you'll be the most beautiful bride." I smiled and touched his face. This was my farewell. Tears streamed down my face, and a silent thought echoed. "Ethan, there won't be a wedding for us." As the doors to the operating theater closed, I kept my gaze fixed on the three people I loved most; I wanted to commit their faces to memory. Once these doors closed, I knew I would never see them again. As anesthesia dulled my senses, the world around me faded away. My death was declared at precisely 10:00 pm, as indicated by the wall clock.

I hugged the frame tighter, pressing it to my chest as if holding her. And then, I began counting. Seconds. Every tick of the clock. Every shallow breath. Each one felt longer than the last. The seconds dragged into eternities, stretching until I thought I’d lose my mind. My heart hammered painfully with every passing moment. 11:50. 11:55. 11:59. And then… midnight. The faint click of the clock changing to 12:00 sent a jolt through me. My heart stopped for half a beat. This was it.

“Then we finish what we should’ve finished a long time ago.” The van’s dashboard lights flickered. The pulse in the speakers grew louder. Thud. Thud. Thud. Eli glanced at the small digital clock embedded in the dashboard. The numbers were shifting — not ticking forward, but rearranging themselves. 03:14 0A:1E CA:RT:ER He froze. “Damian—” The engine sputtered. The van jerked once, twice, then died. They coasted to a stop on the side of the road.

Thalita knew better than anyone that I had already waited too long for him. I look at the clock on the wall. 4:59 p.m. My heart beats slow, heavy. With each passing second, expectation dissolves into certainty. The deal was simple: if he wanted to stop me, he had to be here by 5:00. Ace probably doesn’t believe I was serious.

I called and he stopped. “Wait, we need to talk."

"Bro, I think it's time we let it go and say it's a freak accident." Jordan shook his head. "We can't give up yet. There's something we're missing." Just then, Bjorn's eyes narrowed. "Jordan, did you see that?" "See what?" Jordan replied, confusion etched on his face. Bjorn rewound the tape, and they both leaned in closer. The time stamp on the screen skipped from 2:00 a.m. to 2:30 a.m. "Someone erased the tapes," Jordan's eyes widened in realization.

" My eyes flew open to see Sophia standing before me, still alive and breathing. She was wearing an elegant long dress and had her hair pulled up in a high ponytail, radiating youthful energy. Even so, her eyes were unable to hide their contempt. The Sophia from my future was mature, cold, and unapproachable, but this version of her was bright and spirited, still carrying a touch of liveliness. A lump formed in my throat when I laid my eyes on her. The time machine had indeed brought me back to the past, but unfortunately, it seemed to have malfunctioned. Instead of returning to when we first met, I had arrived thirteen years in the past, on the day Sophia and I were about to be married. Tha