Time In A Novels & Stories

There was no time to make him dinner. Still, I nodded. I could change my flight to 10 p.m. and let that meal be my last goodbye.

“It’s Timothy! But I felt so bad that you are not there.” “Because I wasn’t invited!” I almost say it loud on his face. How can he expect me to come and attend that event when the fact that I didn’t even know the location or whatever. “What time is it?” I asked then he lift his wrist to check the time. “7:24. OMG! I got only 6 minutes left before my first subject.” He immediately jumped off the bed and wore his sleepers back. “You me we,” He flip his head back at me with his eyes wide open like he wasn’t expecting me to say that.

"It's live, Ivy. Check the ambient time-stamp in the top corner. It syncs with the atomic clock every thirty seconds." "For now," I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest to hide the slight tremor in my hands. "It'll do for tonight. But don't think for a fraction of a second that this settles the bill." Without waiting for his response, I spun on my combat boots and marched out of the tech room.

“I’m really sorry. I got distracted unpacking and then my friend called and I lost track of time. It won’t happen again I promise.” He finally looked up, eyes calm but sharp enough to make my stomach flip. “Sit down right there.” He pointed to the chair across from him. “Rules exist for a reason in this building. I don’t give them to hear myself talk. When I say one hour I mean one hour. Time shows respect. Lack of it shows you think your time matters more than mine.” I sat down fast crossing my legs and placed my model on the table. “I do respect your time Caleb.

He took my hand, into his extremely soft hand and I raised an eyebrow because of how soft his hand was, I wasn't expecting that "Nice meeting you too" he said to me, released my hand and took a drag from his smoke. "Are we now back to being best friend?" Cynthia asked me and I nodded my head. Austin walked out of the room and I and Cynthia sat on the bed to catch up on our lives. After chatting for some time, I asked "What is the time?" "Around seven" Cynthia replied without checking her wristwatch "Wait! What?" Are you serious right now?" "Yes" she replied "The time is 7:12pm. You've been out for hours"

Now wasn't the time for jokes. "I'm an hour and a half late for a meeting that I needed to attend. I have dozens of missed calls from the office, the clients as well as the bosses. I'm screwed and I know it. To top it all I can't seem to find my shoes so I could try and see if there is still something to go and try and save at the office."

Weapons she had never seen nor heard of. "What's the time?" He asked her. She pulled out her phone. "forty minutes past eight." "Wrong. What's the time, Sandra?" "Twenty minutes to nine?" Anthony's groan filled the room. "What time is it?" She looked at him, blankly. "It's revenge time,baby"

When he shakes his head no, it aches for my mate. “Our flight today is about ten hours.” Our pilot Mitch says before he tells us before he goes into the cockpit. “I’m sure you’re all in a hurry to get home. I need to get back to my mate and our new pup too, so I’ll make it as fast as possible.” “How many minutes is that?” Ghost asks. “Six hundred.” “Oh.” He sits and thinks for a moment. “How many seconds is that?” “Umm, thirty-six thousand.” “I can count that high. I’ve counted higher.”

He took his chip and looked in sorrow. “We can’t able to stop him. He's going on time. Now what will happen?” I asked Chris hopelessly. “Everything’s going to change. We will go backwards in time. It’s not the time machine you have seen in tv shows. It has far worse consequences. We all will be late 18th century or 19th century. The worst part is no one will remember anyone." “Unbelievable. how can I forget you and Maddy, Alex?"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door to the room from outside. Tok ... Tok ... Tok ... “Come in! ” she ordered. You can see the door to his room is open and shows the figure of a woman in a maid uniform walking while lowering her gaze. "Good evening, madame. Master is waiting for you at the dining table, "she said politely. Sonia looked confused at the waiter. "Is it late?" asked Sonia. "Of course Madame, it's already 20:00," replied the waiter. "WHAT? … I slept for a long time, then I have to get down. Or else he'll make fun of me again, ”she muttered.