Time Stop Story Novels & Stories

After the episode, Jackie was brought away for punishment. Before she left, she hugged Joshua's thigh and cried loudly. "I know I've been making up lies, but I truly love you. You can't ditch me!" Joshua merely shot her an indignant look. "Jackie Morse, we're over." His decision plunged her into deep despair. She growled hysterically, "Joshua Kane, stop acting like a loyal man! I might be dirty, but you're no better! Did you know I got STDs? You will meet the same fate too! Hahaha…"

Once the papers go through at City Hall, and I get the official termination certificate—the human equivalent of a divorce—I’d finally be free. I turned to Eve and smiled. “It’s fine. Just three more days, and it’ll be official.” “What’ll be official?” A deep voice interrupted our conversation. Lucien Grey, my mate and husband, had walked up without us noticing. Eve looked up, clearly confused. “Lucien, Mia was saying she–” “You’re here,” I quickly cut in before she could finish. Reaching out, I gently patted Eve’s hand and shook my head at her.

The leftovers were for the servants. Waste not right? Adrexa suddenly bursts into the kitchen, where I am patiently waiting for the outcome of my meal. "The Prince and Princess want to see you immediately!" Adrexa commands breathlessly. Shit. Adrexa quickly turns and scurries back down the corridor. I quickly follow her, but I feel incredibly fatigued from my day. The shock of my wondrous journey through time, landing me in ancient Troy, discovering I'm not dreaming, and spending the rest of the day cooking a meal using age-old techniques.

“Do you… do you even care... about what you just said?” There was no answer from him. I clenched my fists, my teeth pressing very hard into my lower lip. Of course not, why would he when I let myself down? Unable to bear the suffocating silence between us, I decided to do something, anything to keep my mind active and sane, so I grabbed my laptop from the nightstand. My fingers shook slightly as I opened it. It was exactly 2 a.m., the time the world outside was still, and very silent...but somehow, I managed to be among the restless who were still up, that's if there were people like me. My thoughts were like wildfire. So, I quickly typed “Japanese winter flights from December to January,” a

I open my mouth to ask the stranger for the time when I hear him say something to me. He takes off his foggy glasses and wipes them on his wet hoodie. “You are such a terrific writer. I got mesmerised while I was watching you.” I pause because I do not know what to say in reply. I rehearse saying ‘thank you’ in my head but when I open my mouth, “Can you please tell me what the time is?” tumbles out instead. “Sure,” he says after a beat with a smile that reminds me of Adam. He slips his glasses back on, pulls back the sleeve of his hoodie and says, “The time is fifteen minutes to ten.”

Until one day, the time insisted him to stop. ~ E N D ~

“I guess no because our life is not ours, we just borrowed it so there will be only a limited time for us to use it. If you don't use your time or if your time in this world was not enough or just painful, you can't skip it... you can't stop it... you can't stop time but time can stop you... time can stop you from evolving and existing. So use your time wisely cause you'll never know when will it last.” The rich man seemed cat got his tongue, although he was not totally run out of words to say but he just chose to stop talking because even if you keep talking about this it will not change the fact. The fact that he will not let anyone to know. The fact that he will forever buried inside him.

Look at me now, I'm so miserable just by overthinking things. I can't even make myself realize that we only have a week left. After this, we'll need to work on the time machine. Dad told me that he has an old one and will just fix it for a month and that's not even for us to stay that long because in that whole month, we will keep ourselves busy with the time machine and deprive ourselves of the happiness that we experienced and we'll surely miss.

We sat at the very back of the bus so we can sit beside each other. “So, how’s your story so far?” Jake started, “Well I’m halfway through it.” I said kindly and looks at Xander who is looking outside the window not listening to us. “Can you tell me the story?” So, I told him how the story goes, I’m surprised he listened all throughout of it, “So will Cassiopeia die?” he asked curiously, and I looked at the window and noticed that we’re almost there. “I have to, or the purpose of the story will get ruined, and I’ll get disqualified in the contest.”

Time will tell. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~