Novel & Cerita The Time In Between Novel

"I ordered your favorite soft pink wedding dress. After surgery, the designer will take your measurements. At our wedding, you'll be the most beautiful bride." I smiled and touched his face. This was my farewell. Tears streamed down my face, and a silent thought echoed. "Ethan, there won't be a wedding for us." As the doors to the operating theater closed, I kept my gaze fixed on the three people I loved most; I wanted to commit their faces to memory. Once these doors closed, I knew I would never see them again. As anesthesia dulled my senses, the world around me faded away. My death was declared at precisely 10:00 pm, as indicated by the wall clock.

Scarlett whispered back. "He won't. If he wanted, he would kill her in these four years." Diana scoffed. I was confused about what they were talking about. But then I thought it was just their matter, I had nothing to do with it. I rolled my eyes and moved upstairs to the bedroom. It was 3:30 pm as I finished reading a storybook which I found on the small shelf. I didn't think Nicolas read novels but there were impressive collections in the two small bookshelves. Thankfully it would help me to pass my time.

I start writing, feeling excited as I pour out the ideas in my head. *** I had been working on my novel for hours. I had been so engrossed in the story that I hadn't even realized how much time had passed. The sun had set, and the garden was now bathed in the soft light of the moon. I had been so focused on my writing that I hadn't even noticed the passage of time. I had been lost in the world of my characters, their stories unfolding before my eyes. I have always loved writing, but this was different. I felt like I was living and breathing the story, as if it were a part of me. As I looked at my watch, I realized that it was already 11pm. I couldn't believe how much time had flown by.

While moving along with the song, my fingers quickly tapped the keyboard, creating that familiar sound that the four corners of my room hear every day. My eyes were focused on the screen, possibly the only thing I've been looking at for the past year aside from television. As usual, I hardly noticed the time. Half an hour, an hour, until it reaches two hours. And the previously blank screen is now filled with three thousand words. "The end." I said fondly while pressing the letter' D,' a sign that I had finished another novel. "Finished." I smiled and lengthened the last word, raising my arms in triumph and letting out a big yawn before slumping back on my chair.

I was arranging the new books on the shelves when my phone beeped. Hey baby, just arrived at my office. Miss you already. (Nate) I was smiling wide and replied to him right away. Hey you! Miss U too. I'm at Novelty, it's a slow day. Boring. (Marissa) It was boring, and without him to look forward to at the end of the day, I would be back in my routine. At least I got time to catch up on my romance novels. I had finished arranging the books, so I started reading on my Kindle while waiting in the store.

She finishes the second book in September. Three and a half years from the six pages in the thirteenth notebook to the final chapter, which she writes in a single sitting on a Saturday morning when the twins are at Rosa's and Clara is at school and Ethan is at the Cole Partners office and the Gràcia apartment is, briefly, entirely hers. The book is called The Brief for the Second Life: How Real Things Move Between People.

It starts raining twenty minutes later. Not a light rain. The kind that comes down in sheets and immediately defeats any hood that was not designed by an engineer. I’m cutting across the east path between the science buildings, the shorter route to the library, when it hits. Within thirty seconds the path is running with water and my notes are in my bag but my bag is only moderately water resistant and I am walking faster but not fast enough.

Emily couldn't close her eyes at all. Even though the time has shown at 12:22 AM. She still kept rolling left and right, trying to find a comfortable position. Still, she couldn't close his eyes. A novel called The Lord or The Ring, the first edition that he borrowed from the library, she had read three times. She don't know what made it difficult for close her eyes.

He rubbed his chin and made a frowning lips as he thought. “We can assume that time interval happening is forty eight hours or two days…as roughly predictability…” He looked at Clayton who was staring at him. “You mean that time interval brought back us on Monday?” Clayton arched his eyebrows. “What happen so?” He hissed and rubbed his forehead as he seemed so confused. “We were inside Novak’s house on the same day.” Clayton continued. He took a sight to their environment, it seemed that he was looking for something. “We don’t have the time portal!” He rested his hand on waist.

The next moment, darkness occupied me completely. To my readers: How time goes by. It has been around two months since I started to provide my writings to you. It just happened naturally and unknowingly. And the total amount of words is about to achieve 50 thousand. It is quite an exciting and important moment for new novel writers. For me, I couldn't write this novel smoothly without your strong support. I do appreciate that you all can accompany with me in this journey together. I do hope that we can continue to enjoy it and love it as always. TAbraham you for taking your time to read it.