Stopped Time Novels & Stories

Then she asked me, “What time is it already?” I looked at my watch and saw that it was still the same time that I left the classroom earlier. “Sh*t!” I cursed, and I suddenly felt my heart begin beating faster with what I had found out. “What?” Pryce worriedly asked me. “My watch stopped. It’s dead. And I believe it’s now called a stopwatch.” I answered while looking around and noticed that nobody was walking in the hallways anymore. I didn't notice the bell rang. “WHAT?” She yelled and searched for her phone inside her bag.

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.

" 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

That's a two hour difference. I stared at the screen ,at the blinking time as I waited to spot any motion but there was nothing. I fast forward but his car remained in that same position,my eyes were glancing at the time every second and then when it clicked at 3pm, I saw a shadow on the wall. There were no movements,his car door didn't open but a shadow passed by. “ Fuck!” I tugged on my hair as my chest heaved up and down.“ He erased his footage.” I muttered to myself.

Gasps rippled through the crowd. "It's the Alpha, Kane Frost! He's the most powerful Alpha in the wasteland! Amelia actually became his mate?" Kane jumped down from the vehicle. He released the full, overwhelming pressure of an Alpha, freezing everyone in place. He pulled Sean and me close, protecting us. "Darling, I'm late. Sorry you had to deal with this." I shook my head and leaned into Kane's embrace with Sean. After six months apart, Kane had lost weight.

It was the clock on the nightstand. But it wasn't moving forward. The second hand was twitching. Vibrating. Struggling to move past the second. And then, it stopped. Silence. Elion held his breath. And then, with a loud click, the hand moved. Backward. One second. And then forward again. Elion stared at the clock. "Seven," he whispered. And he knew, with a terrible certainty, that the countdown had begun.

Your wife's at home having a baby and you're out globetrotting. [Seriously, what was the excuse this time?] Jasper had replied underneath: [I told her a once-in-77-years planetary alignment opened a time portal and I got sucked through.] [Man, only you could come up with something like that. Aren't you worried she'll lose it?] [She's put up with it for three years. This time's no different. She'll be at home waiting for me like she always is.] Three years of patience and forgiveness, and all of it had become a running joke between him and his friends.

"I disagree with it." "Same face, different word." For one fraction of a second, the corner of his mouth lifted, unscripted and entirely real, before he caught it and smoothed it away. Silas tapped again, three times in quick succession. "Time the dinner ended." "Ten-thirty," Kaelen said. "Time you left the bar." "Close to midnight," Zariel said. "Maybe later. I genuinely lost track." "You don't lose track of time, Miss Thorne. Your agency files show a woman who tracks billable minutes down to the second." Silas's eyes didn't waver. "Try again."

Verren's two tones, on Ilsa's readout, had gone back to matched, not phase-locked the way they'd been before the split began, but close, closer than they'd been in nine days. "It's gone," Verren said. She sounded surprised to be the one saying it. "It's not gone." Lucien was staring at the light panel, not the readout. "It stopped. That's not the same thing, and it didn't stop because we did anything. It stopped when it was done." "Done doing what?" Tamsin said.