Time And Again Book Novels & Stories

“So the next time I had to be careful. I was slowly bidding for time. I could not afford to make the same mistakes as before. I was weak and my shadows were not strong enough to let me leave to hunt for the dark book of light. But that was the second time I got a chance to take you all down.” “Second chance?” I asked curiously.

So she asked: – What if I interact, touch, or stubbornly want to say something to my mother? The watch coldly replied, the mechanical words without sympathy: – Because she is affected by the paradox of time, if your mother had strong contact with an outcast like you, her memories of the other timeline would be awakened.

I was not going to take the risk to find out. Jackpot! I had read the book over and over again but everytime I tried reading it again, it still had the element like it kept generating new spells or maybe I just had poor memory. I read the pages, the handwritten warnings and say the exact words a few times aiming to memorize it,

Hey readers I know I'm not giving proper updates to this book. I am extremely sorry about it. I have been quite busy because of my studies, and I have to wrap up my other story, "Love Me Again." The story has few chapters left, and then I'll continue another book in it with the story of next generation. So, I am focusing more on it as it's about to end. Soon, I'll come up with new chapters for Beyond The Time.

"More slowly this time." She goes back to her room. The second book, in its first reader's hands. The co-author, reading it for the second time. The practice, continuing into the next form it will take.

At that moment, the determination that had earlier settled in my heart began to unravel, giving way to desperation, and with every passing second, it intensified and threatened to overwhelm me. I tried again, for the third and even the sixth time, but the book didn't respond to the password. At that moment, I grew increasingly frustrated. "But that's the password. What is going on?" I asked, my gaze desperately fixed on the book. "It was given to me on the fifteenth day of the month. I'm sure I'm not mistaken, but why's it not unlocked?" My question tumbled out in a rush. I tried again and again, to the eleventh and fifteenth time, until I could hold on no longer.

ever again. ***********

Cassius said with a smirk, likely mistaking my gaze on the bookshelves as me restraining myself from browsing them. Despite not feeling as enthusiastic as he assumed, I still went for the books. I let my hands trail across the spine of the books, stopping on the thickest one. I carefully pulled it out, afraid to even scratch the cover. “That’s the novel section of the books. There’s really no title on the cover because it’s printed on the first page,” Cassius explained from his bean bag. I nodded at his explanation and opened the book. My heart nearly dropped upon reading the title. Was this just a coincidence? Written in an elegant font was ‘The Second Time Around: Chronicles of Ava Midgen’

“Very well then.” The pentagram of time then drew around them. With the gate that is distinct and only pertains to the Mistress of time. The book appears in its hallowed state, with only the purple neon light that draws its outline. The book opens as the sound of the flipping pages is echoing, and stopping at a particular point. As the Mistress of time, smiled and said. “Winona Bell.”

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.