Time And Again Book Novels & Stories

He was reading it again. I looked at this, at him reading his own book, on my sofa, in the apartment that had been cold and was now not, on a Tuesday night in April with the city outside and the candles burning low on the table and six sunflower shoots on the terrace deciding to be tall. "You're reading it again," I said. "There are things I missed the first time," he said without looking up. "Ethan," I said. "Mm." "For what it's worth," I said, "I think you've found it, the word."

The teacher said it was on the middle shelf right in the middle row a year, I went to where the teacher told me the books were, sometimes I looked at her because she is wearing shorts that show her legs well, then I asked the teacher a question, I wanted to know if the school had a collection of books and I said the name for her and she told me she did, that's when she asked Kris to show me where the books I wanted are. -Kris, can you show the teacher where the books are, please, then she got up. I fixed the shorts and showed me the wave of the books, at this time I took her hand and looked into her eyes she stood there looking at me, she gaped, It was at this time that I spoke...

When I said I was going to do everything in my power to never meet Abel again, I kind of knew it might be impossible because I know one thing about bumping into someone you knew from your past is that, it doesn’t just happen once. But I was kind of hoping it wouldn’t be this soon. Like I have just met him a couple of days ago, what are the chances that we get to meet here? On this early morning? Clay sorted the issue with my car and had it brought back to my apartment, so I didn’t need to have to go and pick it up, which meant I didn’t have the chance of accidentally meeting him again.

Popping open the buttons again, I grabbed a random book from the pile and knocked on the door. “Sorry to disturb you, but I seem to have a problem with…” I cast a cursory look at the book I’d grabbed and was appalled to see it was a literature book, “…this book.” He arched his brow. “Time to kill" by John Grisham . I got it because I was told it’s one of the books in this year’s syllabus, even though I wasn’t sure if Literature is one of the subjects you’re interested in. I haven’t read it though, so I might not be of much help.”

When I heard Madison's words, I suddenly remembered that she had said the same thing the last time I had surgery. She always talked about marriage, but the timeline kept getting pushed back. First, it was when the company got on track, then when it grew bigger, then when we had saved up enough money for a house, then after my surgery. She didn't want to lose me, yet she couldn't bring herself to commit to marrying me. This time, I gave a different answer. "I'm not going to marry you." I lay in the hospital bed and watched her sit quietly beside me. Memories from the past came rushing back one after another, but what we were now felt completely different from how we had once loved each other.

But I knew better. I unfolded the parchment and began to read. By the time I reached the end, I was not sure how I felt. I stared at the last line, the ink slightly smudged, as if someone had written it in haste… or hesitation. The letter didn’t say everything, but it said enough. I folded the parchment again, this time more neatly, more precisely. Then I crossed the room to the large bookshelf and slid out one of my favorite old tomes—The Moon’s Cycle Through Time—a book I’d once read three times in a single week.

"Fridays are for fasting. But I'd break any rule for you." I smiled. He remembered. "Let's eat," I said, mixing a sauce just for him. Yeah, I felt lighter already. But I kept checking my phone. Paolo? Dead silent. This was supposed to be our third anniversary dinner. Instead, he was off playing house with his "childhood friend." I looked at the sauces—parsley green, pepper red, mustard fruit. Always picked the mild ones for him. He never even showed. That empty chair? A punchline.

My mind would drift too much from the point of focus. It was a hassle, really. Once again—maybe for the tenth time in that minute, I raised my left hand and stared at my golden wrist watch. I creased my brows in frustration, ‘They’re taking too long. Tch.’ I sighed again, as usual, and picked up the book I had been reading all day. I was still on the first page; I would only read a few lines, forget what I had read and then start over. It wasn't a boring book, it contained a substantial history of my pack… I had read it multiple times with much glee. Today wasn't just the day for me.

“Give me some time…I can do this…” Damon holds my shoulders. I cannot make out what he is saying but I know he is mumbling comforting words. Alpha Thorne marches towards us and pulls Damon away. “I am disappointed. We took you in all these years.. for this.” “Please Alpha, give me some more time. I can do this… I can shift…” “It's been fifteen minutes. We will stay here till forever and nothing will happen. I wasted a lot of years waiting. Let's go Damon,” he grits.

Then she placed the pages back into the book, restoring the torn pages, and the sentence on the book pages connected seamlessly. This was Celia's diary. The book contained only the first half, while the torn pages contained the rest. Looking at the connected sentences, Maia's brow furrowed instantly. "He's been so busy lately. I want to talk to him, but he doesn't have time. He told me the winery is going to be renovated, and he wants to take all the 'achievements' there." Originally, the book only included up to "He told me the winery," and the rest of the sentence was on the torn pages.