The Ministry Of Time A Novel Novels & Stories

Lisa’s POV After the meeting with the minister, time seemed to pass by quickly and in no time, it was already five pm, an hour before dinner with the Davenports. “Let's see what we have here," I muttered, pulling open my walk-in closet for the third time. The lights flickered on, swallowing the space in soft golden light. Taking in a deep breath, I shut my eyes for a split second. My nerves were frayed, not to talk about the slamming of my heart against my chest.

Eleven In 2023, the morning sun painted the sky in hues of gold and pink as Florence approached the small, modest chapel. The air was heavy with a palpable sense of grief, the quiet murmur of mourners a stark contrast to the usual bustling energy of the place. Florence took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. As she pushed open the heavy wooden door, the sight that greeted her was a gut-wrenching blow.

The unfinished portrait in Vincent's studio served as a silent witness to their love story, its canvas reflecting the intricate dance of their shared moments. Meanwhile, Abigail's presence in the 19th-century continued to disrupt the threads of time. The hourglass she had received was a constant reminder of her peculiar situation. The grains of sand that had once been frozen were now trickling down slowly, marking the passage of time in her original world. It served as a ticking time bomb, hinting at the harsh reality that awaited her.

'' She asked, and I nodded. ''Good, after my father told me that story, he told me my time had come to do a good deed for my family. I wasn't given a choice; after all, it was all for the family. They dressed me up, and at midnight, Hades came and brought me down here. I stayed in this castle for about six months, I think, but I'm not sure. Time here is a lot different from time on Earth, but I was in this castle for a long time. I worked as a maid, but he treated me like a sister. When I met Nile, I was drawn to him, and over the years, I discovered why," she sighed with a dreamy smile as she reminisced about how she met Niles.

I whispered, my voice barely audible. “it’s can't be? Why not?” Amory pressed, his eyes searching mine, his voice filled with a quiet desperation. “Because I don't have much time,” I mumbled. “How much time do you have? For Emma, how much… time is left?” he asked, his voice low full of emotions. I glanced down at my wrist, where the small timer continued to tick away, the reminder of the time I had left. My breath caught in my throat as I read the remaining time. **One year.**

Justin remained staring out at the blackened sky from the window. He hadn't spoken to me for some time seemingly content to stand in silence. Emma left for her shift a while ago to prepare breakfast for the morning meal. She wouldn't be back for some time. The stars flickered through the curtains dotting the ceiling in starlight. The snow capped mountains beyond stood proud and ominously against the star flecked sky. “Goodnight Val.” Justin eventually murmured heading for the door.

Was it the amount of time I had to go back that was passing by? I braced myself and walked in, but instead of attending classes and getting settled, I found myself walking straight to the library. I need more insight on the time travel machine Mr. McGregor had built, and why it was way different from the time machines that were always shown. How did he make his? "Excuse me," I said to the librarian, a beady eyed woman who seemed cute as she smiled and looked up at me. "How may I help you?" "I need...some articles written by Mr. McGregor. Do you know where I can find them?"

The clock seems to freeze the hands when we most want the hours to pass quickly. On the table in the refectory, the book I left marked on page 52. I resist reading it a little, after all, if I finish reading it quickly I won't have any distractions afterwards. But on the positive side, maybe Peter wakes up soon and there's no 'after' in this hospital, right? I ignore my daydreams and take the book in my hands again. Time to find out if the kidnapped little Clara will be found soon or not. “Ending the letter out loud under the watchful eyes of Lucas and my friends was not embarrassing, simply because everyone there already knew everything that had happened. Even the afternoon of the sex menti

I raised my hand and pressed on the round while doorbell while the boys took out their kits from the back of the car, arguing about something in the distance. Soon enough the door fell open, displaying Mr. Min in a black button-up that was a size or two bigger, sliding off his pale shoulder. I gawked at his still closed eyes and fished my phone out to check the time. 1:07 PM "Good Afternoon?", I questioned, doing a terrible job at hiding my amusement as he pushed the door completely open before stumbling forward in a handshake that must've sounded like a great idea in his sleepy state. "Mr. Min, I-"

Then at chapter 11 it started to read like a novel, a bedtime story of two girls that were forced into a position of power before they were ready, only to discover that they wielded power even they did not fully comprehend. I finished reading through the textbook section of the book and was about halfway through the novel when a clearing throat caught my attention. Startling, my head whipped up, dizziness blurring my vision for a moment as I noticed the dark windows and an amused Tristan stood in the doorway. "You should really eat sometime today." He stated his eyes laughing and I I shook my head. "Oh, My Goddess, what time is it?" "A little after 6." "Crap. My doctor's appointment was at h