Time And Again Book Novels & Stories

Did he sense something. Did he notice that I wasn't really reading the book? I thought, looking at the book in my hands (My Life Saver by Lilian Finn). What a weird coincidental name for a book. Twenty minutes past eleven p.m. When did time fly so fast? I survived today, tomorrow is going to be another day. "Let's get ready for it." I said, resting my head on my pillow and hugging the book, My Life Saver. ***Day eleven***

>POV: CARRIE Thе nоtеbооk іѕ becoming mу constant соmраnіоn. I’vе read аnd rе-rеаd іt ѕо many tіmеѕ, thеrе аrе paragraphs I knоw vеrbаtіm. I dесіdе іt’ѕ tіmе to leave mу mark.

To those who are reading, this story will be revised to meet the requirements of the platform's readers. I am looking to revise the storyline to a more "Westernised" and fast paced realistic environment. For those who have been reading before the story was locked, I hope to keep your attention by improving the storyline. Do hit me up in comments if you are looking forward to this! And sorry for the long wait. In the meantime I have updated my new book Scarlet, which also revolves around a Reincarnation storyline but more modern and with Western environment. I hope you like it!! Regards, Writer of the story.

The book is published on a Tuesday in October. It arrives in boxes at the foundation. Real physical books with my name on the cover and the story of everything that came after inside. The second book. The one about healing and ice rituals and children growing up and the specific mundane work of choosing someone again and again.

“I won’t take up much of your time. I’d love to take you to dinner tonight. There’s a new place downtown—exclusive, quiet, perfect for discussing a potential collaboration.” I resist the urge to sigh. Mixing business with Harris’s advances is a mistake I’m not willing to make. “I appreciate the invitation, Harris, but my schedule’s full,” I reply coolly. “Perhaps another time.” He pushes, his tone all charm. “Come on, Alicia. You can make room for me.” “Unfortunately, no,” I say firmly. “I’ll have Clara reach out to find a better time to discuss business. Good evening, Harris.” I hang up without waiting for a response.

Esmea, once a distant concept, now became a tangible reality. With each step, Yvette's journey became a celebration of second chances, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the capacity for renewal. As she embraced her family and the vibrant city around her, Yvette embarked on a voyage of rediscovery, savoring the beauty of the present and the promise of a future illuminated by the light of newfound sight.

“The reason why I asked you to bring me that book, wasn’t because I was curious about it, it’s because it is a special book.” “You mean Valentine’s Day?” He asked curiously and I nodded. “What do you mean by special?” “I don’t know how to explain this, but the book has some special powers that allowed the time travel to happen.” I explained and Nathan’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “Apparently, we are characters in this book.” “What? You mean we are inside a book?” He queried and I nodded. “That’s….” He looked at me suspiciously and I understood he probably thought that I was crazy.

“Redemption. Forgiveness. Second chances.” Otto leaned slightly closer, lowering his voice. “Is that what your book is about? Second chances?” “Among other things.” Nora shifted on her stool, angling her body away from him ever so slightly. “But I’d rather not give spoilers.” The distance she placed between them felt like a physical ache. Otto’s fingers tightened around his glass. “You’ve changed,” he said. A small, humourless smile curved her lips. “Everyone changes in five years, Otto. That’s how time works.”

I gestured towards the overturned book on my bed and he hummed. “No longer human?” his perfectly arched brow shut up in question, and I shrugged with a shy smile. “It’s a good read,” I admitted. The book is an all-time favorite of mine and I couldn’t get enough of it. I think this should be my fourth time rereading the book, just to see what I’d missed the first three times, only to fall in love with it once again. “It is.” He agreed instantly. Of course, he did. I’m certain Silas has read it more times than I have. But hey, it’s not a competition. “And dinner?”

"Because... Because a year and a half ago, I was drugged... She… Brooke… She accidentally entered my room and... "I made a mistake, Em. It's all my fault." "Drugged?" I widened my eyes dramatically, as if hearing something unbelievable. "Sir, do you think this is some soap opera? "Even if the first time was an accident, what about the second time?" I counted on my fingers with interest. "It seems like this woman gave birth only a few months ago. If you claim you were drugged a year and a half ago, then you must have ‘happened’ to sleep with her and gotten her pregnant again.”