The Time In Between Novel Novels & Stories

On the ninth day I stopped counting the days. I didn't decide to. It just happened somewhere between the morning walk with Nico and the afternoon in the library, when I looked up from a book and realized I had no idea what time it was and for one whole minute I genuinely hadn't cared. That bothered me more than I wanted to admit.

But if he does come, it'll be purely coincidental. I look at the time, 11:55pm. I let out a loud groan. Why is time suddenly slow? It should move faster. I walk around my room to pass time, checking my appearance in the mirror, arranging my bed and looking outside the window. I check the time again, 11:57pm. Seriously?! 11:57 and 12:00 are basically the same thing. It's just a three minute difference. I slip past my dorm, luckily no dorm security is awake. Sneakingly, I go to the courtyard.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

Now is a really good time since I'm alone and not expecting any visitors. I really can't explain just how time flies. I've been reading the book and I'm on CHAPTER thirty-five. It just feels like I read chapter one five seconds ago. But now it's almost 5 pm. I take my phone under the pillow taking a little bit of a break from the book. I get all these messages and missed calls from Bruna telling me to get online. This doesn't sound good.

Zezi looked at the cover, it was just a black hardcover with 'Time of Darkness' written in a large zig-zag red font. "What is the book about?" "History." Delice shrugged while she picked a book off the shelves, putting another in its place. Wasn't that like, going to mess up the order of the books? She had bigger things to worry about right now though. "How long ago? A hundred years? Two years? A thousand?" "10 years ago was the end of the datk times. It lasted more than that though." With a book in her hand, she started swaying to an empty seat by the window side.

Father and Mother are throwing a marriage interview isn't it kinda early for that "Ezra asked. "Well yeah but this give me first pick on the handsome prince I want," Novella said with excitement in her eyes. "I guess your right," Ezra giggled. Novella took her Ezra by the arm and then showed her around the ballroom. Novella planned every detail out, so everything was perfect. The banquet was going to start this weekend to last for three days. After talking with her sister, Ezra went upstairs to her room. She found a big bag on her bed with letters inside of them. Prince Van wrote her every day; she read all of them then replied to each one of them. Ezra fell asleep writing the letters at her

Novel's POV A soft tap landed on my shoulder, but I refused to budge. A few seconds later, light, feathered kisses brushed against my cheek, and despite my exhaustion, a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips. “Stop,” I murmured, keeping my eyes squeezed shut. “It’s morning, Novel. It’s time to go,” Alexei whispered against my ear. My eyes flew open instantly.

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Zia Stephanie's POV I felt like time begun to lose its meaning. The passage of time felt like it was heavenly distorted where space time worked into different scale on the other dimension. What should only be a few minutes seemed like I had endured dew hours and what might feel like small width of time could be extensive.