Tim Falling Novels & Stories

He is so tall and wide from his big muscles that he almost didn't fit in my door frame. "Hey, buddy." Tim said in his deep sultry voice. It immediately caused chills to run down my spine. I tried not to blush but it's almost useless to try. Tim is the most popular man on our team. He's tall, muscular, and has a smile that would make you agree to anything! He is also the employee of the month for the past six months. I have yet to confirm if he likes men because he never dates anyone from our firm. He is also a very private man.

He takes my hand and everyone watches as he is forced to get down on one knee and kiss the hand of the woman he failed to kill. He mumbles my name, Dawn, and I will be the one to rule this court, not him. How could he rule a court if he cannot kill one woman? I have won, and tomorrow will be the promising ceremony, the first step to claiming my land that he stands upon and it will be the land he dies upon.

Because she had come back too— Back from ten years in the future. *** Half a month later, Jace had lost over ten pounds. He looked like a shadow of himself. Robert finally gave in and promised that after the SATs, he could go find Nadia. So the second the SATs were over, Jace got on a flight overseas. During that time, Faye had tried reaching out to him several times. He ignored every message. He moved through each day like a shell of himself. Robert, meanwhile, released the surveillance footage from before the staged kidnapping.

Many probably left because they heard Time was here. Skylar taps her fingers on the wood of the bench. “No one really knows much about Time aside from his brother. Time went missing for years, leaving this place for no one to rule. He’s always been harsh, but this time, he came back and he was different. More elusive and...amused, if that makes sense.” “I’m learning nothing from this, I tell her honestly. An Immortal being elusive isn’t uncommon.

" Sorry, but who am I speaking to?" " It's Skylar Grey, his niece's nanny, I need to talk to him, it's important." "Alright, I'll transfer you to his office." " Thank you." My foot taps on the floor, waiting for Mr Cullen to answer. " Hello, Skylar." " Y-yes, whoever this is, please let me through to Mr Cullen or Mr Davies, I'm Ava's nanny and -" " Skylar, it's Mk." " Oh thank God, will you please get me through to one of their offices?"

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

However, a familiar sense of pride swelled in my chest as I mentally compared myself to the thought of Tyla, remembering her cheap, revealing clothes she pathetically wore just to get Matt to look at her for two seconds. I felt satisfied knowing that no matter who walked through that door, I had easily replaced the actual Mrs. Wilson. I clung to Matt’s arm happily, leaning my shoulder against his, wondering who this foreigner was. But then, Matt’s childhood friend, Tim, stepped forward from our circle, his champagne glass freezing halfway to his lips as his eyes widened in shock. “Wait a minute…” Tim stammered. “Is that… is that not Tyla?” Tyla? How was that possible?