Stopped Time Novels & Stories

I quickly say, immediately turning around with intention to dash out of here. " Stop!" I stop in my tracks, with my hand on the door knob. I slowly and nervously glance over my shoulder at him, feeling stuck and rooted in place. " Don't you dare walk out of that door." He says, rising to his feet. When did he end the call? " I didn't come to see you." That's the only thing, I can think of saying. The one thing at the top of my head. " You're here." He says immediately, almost cutting me off.

DAWN POV The time was a little after 9 am when the car stopped in front of Blade Inc. headquarters. We were well 7 minutes late but nothing inside of me seemed to be unnerved or let’s say; out of place. I had all the evidence I needed to mask down the bitch and her cabal of snakes that she slithered with, so no one or nothing was fit enough to fill my mouth with a bitter taste.

“When do we leave?” He hesitated — then answered. “Tomorrow.” And somewhere, in the dark space between machines and memory, a signal pulsed. A flicker. A whisper. A countdown ticking closer. 00:71:49:12

"Glob you riberry asshole! Stop playing with me! I swear,I'm gonna-" "Silence!" Glob roared,slicing the air with his hand and shutting us all up. My teeth vibrated from the impact of being slammed together so forcefully.I do a quick prayer of thanks that my tongue wasn't between them. "You did not think of your precious fizzy beverage when you were scarfing down the evening meal! And If you would just remain quiet and allow me to elaborate," he spoke through gritted teeth and there was a tic jumping crazily at his temple. "You will not be missed because you exist right now outside of your dimension and on a different plane,therefore you are moving through this time and not yours.For all inte

Not for the first time but with considerably more weight than before. He slid a glass of water across the desk toward me without looking up. I drank it without noticing. 2:08am. The radio went silent. I watched the dots. They'd stopped moving. "Why have they stopped." "Signal delay in concrete structures—" "It's been fifty seconds—" "Sloane." "Something's wrong…" "Nothing is wrong." Still looking at his screen. But his eyes came up to mine and stayed there and I realized — he wasn't looking at the screen to check the operation. He was looking at me. Had been looking at me.

* The payment had been processed at ten-sixteen in the morning. Marcus looked at the courier timeline — the secondary road stop at ten-thirty-five. Nineteen minutes between the payment and the courier arriving at the clinic's side door. He wrote this down. *Payment processed 10:16. Courier stop 10:35. Gap: 19 minutes.* He pulled up the authorization chain.

I am ready. The response came quickly. The cooling-off period will end in three weeks. After that, the mate bond separation will be finalized. Three weeks. I placed the phone down and lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Three weeks until I was free. Three weeks until I walked out of this place and never looked back. Three weeks until I became someone else. I closed my eyes and felt the power stir beneath my skin. Soon. End of Chapter 17

At my wedding rehearsal, the officiant asked for the third time for us to exchange rings. My best friend, Stacy Campbell, stood beside me as the maid of honor, looking impish. "The treasure hunt game's started. Guess where the ring's hidden?" My fiance, Jeremy Dean, let out a helpless laugh and started guessing hiding spots. I was the only one staring at the empty box, sweat breaking out across my forehead. It was starting again. This so-called treasure hunt game. When we were kids, Stacy hid my scarf in the boiler room while Jeremy kept watch for her. I searched for four hours and finally dug the scorched corner of it out of a pile of ash. Right before the SATs, my admission ticket go

There were only two seats left at the company dinner. One was in the corner, and the other was beside my secret boyfriend of three years, Julian Locke. I had barely taken a step forward when Julian called out to my best friend, Capri Leigh. "Capri, sit here." My coworkers immediately squealed with excitement. The group chat went wild too. "They look so good together. Just seeing them sitting next to each other is a treat!" "Has Mr. Locke ever asked someone to sit with him before?" "I bet he's got a thing for Capri. I don't care. I'm shipping them anyway!" Throughout the dinner, Julian avoided even looking at me to keep people from getting suspicious. Even when a server burned my ha

“There was a problem with the security footage.” “A problem?” he asked. “I can get my technical department on it.” “No, you don’t understand,” he said, interrupting him. “The problem was that someone stopped the cameras.” “What?” “The lobby footage, the elevator footage, and the footage from the fiftieth floor, a total of four cameras, as I understand it, all stopped at twenty-eight minutes prior to Mira Cole’s 9-1-1 call.” “Stopped?” “Meaning at 10:47 p.m., the footage stopped and didn’t resume recording until well after two in the morning.”