Stopped Time Novels & Stories

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.

It was always there, waiting for the moment I changed my mind. And I always did. This time feels different. A small nod answers him. “Just like that.” This time there’s a real reason to stop. Something that actually matters. And messing that up isn’t an option.

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.

“He offered to help without me asking and I let him do it since I saw no problem with it.” “Oh,” Mila said, nodding her head. She faced Mr. Jericho, saying, “then, my questions will be to be answered by Mr. Jericho,” “Mr. Jericho, when you checked yesterday, did you notice anything? Was the CCTV camera working or not?” Mila asked. “Yes. Everything was working perfectly fine,” Mr. Jericho answered, explaining, “and even when we resumed work this morning, we checked the time. It stopped working, and it was exactly 1 AM.”

"The frame is frozen. Move." Lina jammed the USB into the terminal. The monitor flared, washing her face in a ghostly blue glow. "What’s the window on the server reset?" Lina asked. Her pulse was a frantic hammer against her ribs. "3:15 AM sharp," Noah said. "When the bank server resets, the verification logic goes blind for ten seconds. It’s 3:14 and forty-five seconds. You’ve got fifteen ticks to hit the gap." "Count it." "Ten," Noah started, his voice tightening. "Five. Three... two... one. Rip it."