Thief Of Time Homestuck Novels & Stories

It would probably require a phenomenal kick up the arse. It didn’t really matter. If anything Cheng’s father would appreciate our ingenuity if we broke into the treasury. It was the sort of thing ambitious types expected in others; maybe even admired. The only thing we had to keep secret was Phil’s ability to stop time. The golems closed in on us, pushing us back inside. They formed a perimeter around the stables and stood sentry to prevent us from leaving. A lot of good it would do them. Once everyone was ready to move out, Phil activated his time-stop and we walked past the immobile golems without being challenged.

“Wait-“ Just as I was about to protest, that familiar feeling of falling encompasses me. Time isn’t giving me any chance to prepare, as I squeeze my eyes shut. I don’t have enough time to be angry at him, to curse at him. Slowly, I feel his hand pull away from mine, and suddenly my feet hit ground, a spike of pain travelling up through my shins to my knees. Concrete. I’ve landed at concrete. My eyes open, and I’m concealed by shadows, hidden behind some kind of table covered with boxes. It takes me a moment to get my bearings. Time is nowhere to be seen, until I lean past the table, seeing him. Except it’s not the Time from my era. This is a different immortal. Blinking a few times, my eyes

Jake said awkwardly and I shook my head, "I'm sorry for the... stuff that happened here. I didn't think they would be home this early." He let out a laugh to reassure me that it's fine. "It;s okay, thank you for the food but I think I better go home, it's late and I need to go to Uni tomorrow." I followed him to the door, "thank you for this, I'm sorry again about Xander." *** It's a normal day at Cassiopeia's house, Alexander was busy tuning his guitar, trying to fix it for hours, while Cass secretly draws him, giggling everytime he cursed under his breath.

"At first it was a partial memory, a dream that I thought was unreal. Then last night, when the image of my Butler dying on the guillotine appeared on my eyes, all of the memories in the past came back." He raised his hands and wiped the tears from my eyes. "How you died, how I suffered and how I died afterwards." I firmly gripped the broken glass while glaring at him. "Don't spout nonsense!" I yelled. "I am not your real enemy, Talia." He caressed my face and chuckled. "The one who turned back the time was me, it was my ability." He strangled my neck while wearing a smile on his face. "Liar, liar, liar..." I whispered repeatedly.

Laura is positive that she could live for half a year without working just by selling the chest. Admiring its superior quality, she subconsciously traced the carvings down to a keyhole. Just like some sort of reflex, her hands made its way to the small key that’s hanging around her neck as a necklace, under her sleepwear. “Never, ever take this off.” She could still hear the echoes of Olivia’s voice in her head. It sounded like she’ll get discovered in no time once she loses it. Casting away all these thoughts, she takes off the necklace and uses the key to open the chest.

Maddy and I are sleeping soundly when all of the sudden Ant jumps in the bed between us. "Morning bitches!!" he sounds chipper, "Wakey wakey eggs and bakey!!" We are startled awake and completely dazed. "What the fuck?!?!" I say as I almost fall off the side of my bed "Get up. It's adventure time!" Ant is using his body to make the bed bounce while laughing. "Who the fuck let you in my house?" I ask pissed off as I look at the time on my pager. "And why did they let you in at five fucking thirty?"

‘They are not looking, the bathroom in 5 minutes.’ Those were the messages I lived for. Chisomo worked as hard as he played. Played I mean sex. He always had condoms starched in weird places. At first I was shy to carry them but then I got used to our Stolen Moment that I didn’t want to miss any opportunity.

Henry and Karen went upstairs—no one spared me a second glance. My body ached as if it were falling apart. I clung to the wall and crawled back to my room. In the mirror, a twenty-year-old face was paired with a fifty-year-old body—absurd, terrifying. I stretched out my dried, brittle hand and, with yellowed nails, carved deep into my arm. The sharp sting came immediately, and red marks bloomed. I repeated it over and over until my arms were streaked in red and my strength was spent. Then I slept.

He paused, then looked at me. "If you want, I can alter its structure. Break the connection. I can even make it backfire on the person who cast it." So that was how it was… No wonder she became some so-called 'lucky streamer.' She was not lucky. She was burning through my luck, stealing my life. "How much?" I asked without hesitation. "I don't charge," he replied, calm and firm. "Stopping things like this is a good enough reason." I froze for a second, then immediately handed him the paper.

On our seventh mating anniversary, my Alpha mate, Ronan Thorne, abandons me once again for his secretary, Evelyn Stone's sake. This time, I don't kick up a fuss at all. Instead, I calmly draw out a silver dagger in hopes of ending my life. The moment the tip of the dagger is pressed against my neck, I feel someone grab my wrist all of a sudden. "Why are you hurting yourself? Who broke your heart?" I looked up in a daze, only to see the 18-year-old version of Ronan.