Time Stop Story Novels & Stories

The clock seems to freeze the hands when we most want the hours to pass quickly. On the table in the refectory, the book I left marked on page 52. I resist reading it a little, after all, if I finish reading it quickly I won't have any distractions afterwards. But on the positive side, maybe Peter wakes up soon and there's no 'after' in this hospital, right? I ignore my daydreams and take the book in my hands again. Time to find out if the kidnapped little Clara will be found soon or not. “Ending the letter out loud under the watchful eyes of Lucas and my friends was not embarrassing, simply because everyone there already knew everything that had happened. Even the afternoon of the sex menti

“So, that part of the story is true,” I whisper. Callie smiles and taps my leg. “Told you.” Estella speeds up the footage and we all sit and watch. She goes forward one hour… then two, and then three. “This has to be, like, midnight by now.” I frown waiting for the exact moment. Estella points to faint numbers at the bottom of the screen. “That’s the time there. It’s 11:21 p.m almost a new day, do you see?” “Yes, okay.”

Five years later, Joey boarded a plane to France. She entered a large estate and immediately lifted up a toddler who ran into her arms. “Oh my gosh, Maci! I missed you like crazy, sweetie!” “I missed you, too, Joey!” Maci’s soft and sweet voice melted Joey’s heart. “You didn’t finish the story last time!” “Hmm, let’s see. We left off at the part where that woman faked her death during childbirth. With your godmother’s help, she escaped abroad to study. That’s where her journey as a total girl boss began.”

“You’re going to regret saying that.” Ryan smiled faintly. “I already do.” Adrien almost laughed almost. “Then gear up. We’ve got forty-eight hours to erase Viktor’s truth before it erases mine.” The monitors hummed louder as the city lights flickered outside like the world already waiting for its next lie.

Movement seeped back into his muscles. "—the hell is happening?" Valerius finished his sentence, then stumbled forward as momentum suddenly reasserted itself. He caught himself on a seat back, claws gouging the leather, and whipped his head around. "Why is everything—" "Time stopped," I said. "Long story. No time." I caught myself. "No pun intended." "The woman." Valerius looked at Katherine's frozen form. "The metal one." He pointed at Marcus. "The annoying one." Ben. "All frozen?"

"Come alone. If Sinclair or his people are within two blocks the document is withdrawn and the story goes live in one hour." I look at the address again. I look at Dominic's hand on mine, then at the window. I took a deep breath and let it out through my mouth. One hour.

I repeated. “Harper.” He leaned forward. “You have eleven days.” He checked his watch. “The window I gave you on Wednesday closes in eleven days. After that, I cannot hold the source commitments. I cannot hold the contact for financial crimes. After eleven days this stops being your story to control. The Press will have to move on its own.” I looked at him. “I don’t want it to come to that,” he continued. “This story deserves better, and you deserve better. But eleven days is the real number. Not two weeks, eleven days.”

I have seen somewhere once the most dumbass man said, "True Narrator never narrates the whole story in the right order...,?" Author's note - People often ask me, why do I use " ...,? " this kind of punctuation to end any statement? It's because I think and believe, there's no full stop in the end of a sentence and if it is there, then probably the sentence/story isn't ended yet or maybe there's a comma to restart the story after a break but why a question mark? Because there's zero possibility of knowing next...,? His 2 Story !! Book 1 - I'm A Curse...,? Volume - 0 X - xperiment X - xpect X - xperience

Nathan trailed off. “The weird thing about your mind time traveling or your dream consciousness was the limits. You can go forwards as far as you want, but backward only works as far as the present day, or the time you left. Traveling back from “now” was impossible as if the continuum was chopped right off — like we are sitting on a moving dot and can only “bungee jump” forwards and backward back and forth. “What!? No, no. You mean if we travel back now there is a possibility that the battle was finished?”

, He answered me while playing on phone. “This eve- evening”, I pushed take deep breaths and shout while continuing 3 fingers, “3 days,” I asked him as shaking him harshly I refuse, “No, I won't go”, as folding my arms “No one is asking you,”, He gave me a look and continue, “It's final decision. " “But-”, I trial off “No, but its final”, He give me a final look and continue playing his phone...