Time Is A Cruel Mistress Novels & Stories

Leaning against the cold, stone-wall of the cave, I closed my eyes. I could still hear the howling of the wolves and Lycans in the distance. An owl was hooting constantly from a nearby tree. Closing my eyes, I was hearing all the sounds as if subconsciously, I was very careful. Torment was eating at me from inside. I had to meet Aldus as soon as possible but the time seemed stopped, engulfed by darkness. Every second felt like ages. ‘Time is the real traitor of our life. It always flies in a blink of an eye when we are in glee and it stops abruptly, the moment our sufferings begin.’

It's just as with anything I guess, you have to learn the rules before you can break them in your own artistic way. The woman sits in the chair by the window until she is moved back to the bed. In the bright spring daylight her hair is snowy and skin like a wax dummy, crudely carved with tools too sharp. Her head is in constant motion as if agreeing with sentiments no-one else can hear or perhaps the ruminations of her own mind, mulling over a lifetime that draws to a close. On her dresser stand many photographs including a black and white wedding portrait. The bride stands tall and proud with a bouquet of newly opened roses, glowing beside a man a head taller than herself. When my eyes flic

He raised his hand to check the time “You have 1 minute and 30seconds to decide “Mr. Kapoor please, why are you doing this to me?, why are you entrapping me like this?, it’s not that you don’t have a woman in your life, or are you short of sex slaves?, you can have as many as you want, why me?,” There was anguish, despair and desperation in her voice “One minute to be precise, 59, 58 , 57..,” he didn't even spare her a gaze “Mr. Kapoor please,” she bit her lip, not able to utter her defeat, she no more wanted to let go of her pride, more so , she didn't want to be a mistress, she didn’t want to be at the receiving end of Rose’s curse in any way

“Please pick up the folders, Ms. Escobar.” I bent down. My hands trembled as I picked up the folders and put them on his table. There was a long silence between us. Lifting my face to look at him, I saw him watching me intensely like I was some movie that piqued his curiosity. “You’re too young. Did you enjoy being my father’s mistress?” he asked with a blatant tone. I felt dismayed at his accusation. He was no different from the people in this school. “You ruined my family.”

(Mazaya The Goddess of wisdom and magical creations pov) "Klaus we have to do something." I cried out as time reset again. Luckily the spell finished awhile before time cracked otherwise Kye would be stuck in transition. For the last 4 hours time would crack and then reset. When the crack happened not even 5 minutes would go by before it was resetting. "He's trying to get you to come to him." Klaus gritted out. "Well I have to stop this and you can't come with because." I was stopped short by a ripple in time. That was faster than before.

He pointed at the ancient clock hanging on the wall and said coldly, “You’re two minutes late.” Arabella widened her eyes. This old-fashioned person was comparable to Master Samson. Daniel was only late by two minutes and yet Master Hoffman was so calculative. Daniel sat opposite him and calmly said, “Master Hoffman’s concept of time is really strong.” Master Hoffman snorted coldly. “Young man, don’t think that I’m merely an old antique. As a businessman, not only do you have to be trustworthy, but you also have to pay attention to the concept of time. Two minutes can make you lose a business deal. If it’s on the operating table, then it might be a life.”

Suddenly, that palm tree is no longer as beautiful as she always thought it was. She pushed the realization firmly away. If the both of them see ugliness, who will teach him to see the beauty of River Sole again? "I remember thinking this place was very beautiful the first day I saw it in the middle of hard labor." His eyes clouded, "Ten years later, there is no beauty in this place." "The Mistress has so much hatred in her heart for me." she lowered her head, "In the end, I only know glimpses of why she is the way she is."

And my brain was clogged with feelings of damnation and dread. I was scared. I couldn’t help it. And I thought it couldn’t get worse than this until I heard the Hencher Mistress’s utterance. “Now we wait.” ** Several minutes had passed by and the Hencher Mistress hadn't told me what her plan was or what we were really doing here. Instead, she had spent the last alarming minutes reinforcing her room’s structure and positioning spears at specific hidden corners, all whilst saying the words. “The Tenth hour is almost here.”

It is all about the rhythm. "You're becoming a fine A****n, my fiery little hellcat," Braxius teases me when I can fend off his attack and un-sword him like he's shown me. I shrug and smile at his compliment. It has been easier to talk with him these days, and he's really trying to get to know me. He's even asked around if anyone has seen or heard about my little sister Meena. I don't know what happened to my Irish twin after getting sucked through time on the fairy hill. I've been praying she has escaped my fate in being stuck in an ancient time and place!

A woman who tries to strip someone in public will never step into my house. The moment I finished speaking, Scarlett's mother suddenly dropped to the ground, slapped her thigh, and burst into loud sobs. "Oh my God, there's no justice in this world! The rich are bullying ordinary people! "Everyone, come look! The CEO of the Titan Group looks down on common people! She despises the poor! She's breaking apart lovers! She's trying to drive our whole family to death!"