Time And Him Are Just Right Novels & Stories

Wow! True to my words I did get busy with some TV shows, but not true to his words... Jason 10pm, became 11pm.. 12pm... 1am.. 2am... I couldn't keep tab of the time anymore, cause I fell asleep. Why does it feel like.... my honeymoon just went down the hill.

" I pushed him away and looked at the man who once made my heart race. When I loved him, I was willing to run into the wall again and again. Because I had loved him, I had wanted us to part with dignity. But now that I saw him clearly, I no longer wanted to swallow a single grievance. Before I could speak, noise rose at the entrance. "Emily, happy birthday! Look who I brought!"

It is time to take care of his mate. * *

My parents were right. It was time.

"You don't need to answer me right away. When you've decided, you can find me anytime. I won't bother you until then." He turned and practically fled the room. Watching his tense retreating figure, I suddenly smiled. I pulled out my phone and dialed that number. "Mr. Sullivan, I accept the collaboration you mentioned before." The person on the other end seemed to be struggling to control some emotion, his breathing unsteady. "Ms. Emma Shaw, this is the last time I'll address you this way. I'm looking forward to our partnership." Just as he finished speaking, hurried footsteps approached. The hospital room door was pushed open forcefully. The next second, I was pulled into a burning, powerful

The movie sounded like it was being shown in a different room. She was all he could think about. She made him feel happy and relaxed with her warm brown eyes and kind smile. He needed to see her to talk about their big problem. It felt like the night went on and on. Carson looked at the big old clock in the corner over and over again. It moved its hands so slowly that it looked like they were stuck in honey. There was finally bedtime for everyone. He was scared and happy at the same time. He walked back and forth on the soft, fluffy carpet in his big, fancy room.

An invisible force clenched my heart in a merciless grip. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead like raindrops. Every tick of the clock hammered against my chest, each second a tormenting reminder of the passing time. I picked up the paper card with trembling hands, my lips quivering as I forced myself to speak. "There's still time," I said, my voice shaky but desperate. "We're withdrawing money from different banks. The amount you're asking for is too much—it takes time to gather it all."

I had reasons for rejecting him then but things are in place now. He kissed me suddenly catching me off guard, I wrapped my arms around him savouring the kiss. I wish it won't end but he ended it and stared at me with starry eyes. "I'm the happiest man alive today, thank you for that" he said in a husky voice and continued the kiss. That moment in time when we met each other seems like a thousand years ago and it still feels like it was yesterday. The time passes by slowly and also fastly while we will accompany each other in the many years to come in love and happiness.

His impassive expression is unnerving me. Finally, a smile tugs at Time’s lips. “Can I not invite my mate over to my place? We’ve had this bond going on between us for quite some time now.” “You didn’t invite me.” “Semantics. You’ve surely invited yourself here before, so I don’t think you want to go there,” Time says, his smile never faltering, however, I can tell he is serious. Glancing down at my fingers, I realised my ring was missing. When I look at his own, it is placed on his finger, glinting at me.

“So… tonight at 6:37?” He laughed. “Why 6:37? Why not 6:35? Or better yet, 6:30?” “Because I need those seven minutes to get ready. Trust me.” “Alright then,” he smiled. “6:37 it is. I’ll be on time.” (Time skip)