Stuck In Time Novels & Stories

Aston was so happy. He's always had this big crush on Ashley while they were still in college but was never able to tell her. The last time he heard, she was married and now, she is here. Though he knows nothing about her marriage life, he believes he has a change with her. He buckles up his sleeves, arranging his shirt and then his hair before exiting his office. "What took you so long?" Ashley complains "it's been over an hour since you left" she sighs, faking a tired face.

This is Time from a million years ago. Ducking down, I conceal myself from his sight. What is he doing here? Time must have brought us a day ahead of when he planned, meaning I’m stuck in a cabin with the original Time about to walk in, and meet his mate for the first time…A million years too early.

"The two of you are much different from our last time meeting." "A lot has happened." Phuture replied, feeling the tension rising as seconds went by. "What's up, Time?" "You know why I'm here..." Time folded his arms while shaking his head. "You're changing too much shit; this is historical inaccurate!" "Time... we really don't have any time for this." "You're out of time and place...I have to stop this from-" Time's mouth was shut quickly by Terrance, being grabbed by the face and tossed into the air disrespectfully.

"They saw her at Melbourne Airport, Mr. Zack." Suddenly that made Zack and Nando widen their eyes, they looked surprised and also did not expect that the woman Zack had been looking for was in a place not far from where he was currently. Wasting no more time, Zack canceled his important schedule today just to meet the woman who had made his mind uneasy for the past five years. "Block all exits to the airport!" Zack ordered Nando. "Yes, sir." Zack walked steadily towards his company's lobby. He couldn't wait to meet the woman who had taken away his seed five years ago. And Zack was certain that the night they had spent together would make her pregnant with his child.

“Okay” ******************* As we approached our lockers a guy walked towards us, I recognized him as the quarterback, his name was Shane. He and Cara dated for a while last year and he still tried all he could to get back together with her. Cara on the other hand had moved on but it didn’t stop her from letting him think he had a chance with her. He shoved his wavy hair back away from his face and smiled. “Hi Cara” She looked away from her locker and glanced at him for a hot second.

The three words I want to say are at the tip of my tongue, but I need him to be here. "Later," he says and then hangs up. I throw the phone on the bed and put my head in my palms. I hear my phone beep, it is a message from the group chat. Keiran: Almost there Me: Okay I stand up from the bed and change into a white crop top and Greg joggers. I play music and then clean up my room since I already told the cleaners to stop doing it for me. I check the time and it is forty-five minutes after five. Fifteen minutes left.

I collected the phone and pressed the side button as it came on and I punched in the correct combination, the phone coming on the instant I finished. "Eleven seven ten? What's that? Why'd you choose those numbers?" He demanded. He must have seen the pass code with the side of the eyes while I was typing it in. "Nothing." I replied. I couldn't tell him. "Come on, tell me." He stressed but I refused. I couldn't. "I'm not telling you." I said. "What is that? A date? Hmm, eleven seven ten, what date could that be? If it is a date, that was...ten years ago. What happened that day? Please tell me." He begged, and I felt compelled to tell him.

Justin shifted slightly, letting out a low cough, clearly aware of the situation but trying to play it cool. "Uh, Ivy..." he started, his voice a little strained. "Don't," she interrupted, her voice barely above a whisper as she stared straight ahead, refusing to look at him. "Look, it's not what you think," Justin tried to explain, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "Not what I think?" Ivy hissed, finally sitting up and turning to glare at him. Her cheeks were flaming, but she tried to keep her voice steady. "I think I just found out exactly what kind of movie gets you excited."

His statement left me thinking deep. "Even when they mess up." I repeated with a thoughtful hum. "Yeah." Our eyes met for a brief moment once again, before I looked away. The vibration from my shimmery clutch interrupted the awkward moment. My phone was ringing and you guessed right, it was Zach. The bar was pretty noisy so I had to cut the call. Next thing I knew, a text came in. I hadn't been taking his calls for a while and it was because I was sick of the awkward conversations that we had whenever I picked up. I hated being so uncomfortable.

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…