Tangled In Time Novels & Stories

He nodded, folding his arms across his chest. "You are suffering because of two things. My fiancee you slept with years ago, I told you I would revenge, didn't I?" He said. I could remember him telling me he would revenge and I laughed it off that day. It's been ten years when that happened. Knowing I had no choice, I made the recording surrending all to him. He left with a smile on his face. After thirty minutes, the door opened again. His bodyguard stepped in first and my heart skipped a beat when I saw who followed him in.

She couldn’t afford to forget that. But as she walked along the familiar path to the small café by the other end of the building, her heart skipped a beat when she spotted him. Andre Winters. Of course. He stood by a casing of rare roses, casually sipping a drink, his dark eyes scanning the horizon. The world seemed to stop for a moment. Of all the places, of all the times, how was it that they ended up here at the same time? Was it fate? Or just another twisted coincidence?

With all instructions issued, the sky outside was already beginning to lighten with the first hints of dawn. After I finished issuing all the commands, it was nearly dawn. I managed to steal a brief hour of rest before heading to the island where the wedding was to take place. I had only just emerged from the dressing room, freshly attired in my custom tuxedo, when a powerful grip suddenly clamped down on my arm. "Just what in the world do you think you're doing, Finn?" Dorothy demanded. "Do you have any idea how much irreversible damage your childish tantrum has caused?"

My fingers found the time device hidden in my tunic pocket—a small, smooth gadget that hummed faint under my touch. I twisted the knob, feeling the familiar pull of time bending. Ready to jump to another era, with these erotic memories burned deep into my mind. Time travel for smut? Yeah, hands down, the best invention out there.

Let me explain it the way I wished I could have explained it to her, if there had been time, if the rules had allowed for more than the little I'd already bent. The world does not like being changed. This is the first thing I learned, centuries ago, when I still had a name that wasn't Janice and a life that wasn't this one. Time is not a river, no matter what the poets say. It's a rope, woven from a thousand thousand threads, and every thread pulls against every other. Cut one, and the others don't simply close the gap. They fray. They snap. Given enough damage, the whole rope comes apart, and when that happens, nothing survives it—not the people who were saved, not the people who did the sa

Then twice. A hiss of ancient gears. The door opened inward with a breath of cold air. Blackness greeted them. Selene handed Isolde a silver lantern. “It burns only inside. Only once.” Penelope, from behind them, muttered, “How symbolic.” Dorian reached into his coat and pulled out a small object. A silver pocket watch, delicately engraved with an inscription: Even broken time is still ours. He pressed it into her palm. “My father’s,” he said. “It’s never ticked. Not since the night Velvet was born.”

A casual observer would never guess what we’d done barely twenty minutes ago in a soundproof office built for sin. But I knew. My body still ached in the best way. My underwear stuck damp against my skin, and every bump of the elevator made it worse. I tried not to look at him. Failed. His eyes flicked to mine once. Just once. And in that half-second, everything ignited. A muscle flexed in his jaw. That was all. But it was enough. Halfway to the ground floor, the elevator jolted. A soft mechanical hum stalled. The lights flickered.

Elena curled tighter against him, the moral dilemma heavier than ever. The tense alliance had survived another day. But the choice over the new evidence threatened to break them completely.

Even though they sometimes chat, and their scenery is changing, yet they have started to get bored since they haven’t arrived in their world yet. “It is alright.” Reyan comforted Iero when he saw Iero’s expression. “I also forgot to tell you this, but this tunnel is not just a space tunnel. It is also a time tunnel.” He told them. “This is called ‘Space and Time Tunnel’, in which we can go to any world, and arrive in different times.” He explained. They all started. “’different times’?” Laggas spoke. “We won’t arrive in our world at the same time that we left the kingdom of Heiruche?” he asked.

His words had caught her off guard. “What are you trying to say?” Lyon’s expression changed a bit, almost softening with a bit. “I may be able to bring him back.” The words shocked her. “How?” She asked, her hands shaking as she dropped to one knee in front of him “I see the threads now,” Lyon explained, his voice distant. “Time isn’t just forward. It loops, it knots. All I just need to do is to find the right one.” “No,” Isabella interrupted, grabbing his hands with a fierce urgency.