Time Is A Cruel Mistress Novels & Stories

“And whatever you do, don’t talk to those Hunters. Some believe they work directly for Time.” Finally, I finish my bread, putting the empty bag down on the bench. “Who is Time truly?” Marie pauses what she was doing, looking directly at me. “Simply imagine the worst thing to ever exist in this world. An unforgivable creature who cares nothing about your life. He is beyond anything you can imagine.” I can’t help but shiver at her words. She folds her arms across her chest. “That’s Time.”

I was trapped here physically but my heart was beating around Luna. Moon goddess said it was consequences of messing with time. But this time, the consequences came in form of cruel punishment. I didn’t sign for it. I never intended to tamper time. It was the moon goddess’s fault so she should be the one to receive punishment. Even though I understood that she did it for me to remember, right now I couldn’t help but be angry towards her.

“That’s enough, as I do not want to waste my time to watch and be amused for more in this little bickering game of yours. And if I do want, I’ll rather send you both to the arena of bloodless war in another time and dimension. But for now, I want you to bring her to hear along with the perfect sins, that Kyle made, JK.” Clutching his hands tight, the Mistress of time giggles in amusement as her silent teasing that JK, sure enough, knew what. The mocking and the fact that in this round and game Kyle got the upper hand for constructing the memorable play that gives raises to LUST and surprisingly gives the twist of having ENVY. “Such a perfect play, don’t you think, JK?” Still teasing and more

21st Century New York Present Time The biggest truth of our universe. An occurrence running with a constant rhythm. An entity that never gets old or young. Eternal. It is always there, watching, acknowledging, recording. A sign of the lord’s presence. His message is loud and clear, keep walking because even if you stop time won’t. It will run with the same cadence as it was running eons ago. The most valuable contrivance of a man’s life. Seasons will come and go but the time we’ve lost will never repeat. It’s like that arrow of a bow that never returns, the bitterness of a tongue which cannot be taken back.

The cry of the child could be heard across all the rooms in the mansion, Priscilla was so used to the child crying at night, she began taking pills to sleep well and unbothered even if the child was to cry overnight. Being a mother was not an easy task and it was one she was never prepared for; she had a nanny Sarah who would help her take care of the child but at late hours such as this the child could only calm down at the hands of its mother and that was something Priscilla was not in for.

“I saw you with her, Daniel! I smelled her on you!” “You smelled paint, Victoria. You’ve been huffing turpentine in that studio for ten hours a day. It’s rotting your brain.” He let go of me suddenly, and I stumbled back against the vanity. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I should have a mistress. At least a mistress wouldn’t be this exhausting. At least she wouldn’t be a hollow shell of a woman who needs her husband to tell her when to breathe.” The words felt like a physical slap. My dignity felt like it was being stripped away, layer by painful layer.

I wandered around the place which strangely seemed like Olympus, but it wasn't Olympus. Have I travelled backwards in time? Shut up mind! You always say the worst possible things. The people around me looked at me weirdly. I said that out loud didn’t I? Stupid, stupid me. These people were still staring. It was creepy and they were all wearing clothes which was outdated in fashion world. That’s exactly how Luke says it. I bothered to cross check the quantity of Novanium. How could I be so stupid and impulsive? I rushed

yet her days dragged on until she gave up and ended them early, crawling into her bed at merely 6pm just to make it feel like the day was over and she had made it. "Time heals all wounds," but why hadn't it healed hers? She still sat in pain, waiting for it to lessen with each passing day, but it never did. If anything, it only hurt worse. Time is something Liviana hated. She loathed the whole idea of it. The fear, the hope, the pressure of it. Everything. It wasn't until she met Blaze Castelli that she understood what everyone talked about, how they warned her to not waste time, as it's something you can never get back.

(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.

“Because of your damn fault.” Silence fell between us again like a heavy blanket. *** Time stopped feeling like time. It became a thick, slow drip—a shadow stretching endlessly. Each second seemed to resist moving forward, as if the world’s clock were playing a cruel game with me. In normal life, time could fly. Here, it crawled like a dying insect.