Time Stop Story Novels & Stories

Standing in the center of the living room, Alex found it difficult to breathe for the first time. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. It was a delivery person with a postcard mailed from Aspurg ten years ago. I had written it in my elegant handwriting. "To us ten years from now, may our love remain as it was in the beginning." Alex rushed out of the villa and called his assistant frantically. "Where's my wife? She's been missing for a month, and none of you noticed?" His assistant, Caleb Grover, trembled on the other end. "Mr. Carter, Mrs. Carter said she wanted to go on a retreat for meditation and didn't want anyone to disturb her... We thought—"

Time to end this one way or another. ***

Grace's POV It seems like eternity later but we made it to the house in one piece, it looks very different closer with so sign of occupants. "It looks abandoned," The smaller girl said, her voice stronger than when we talked in the house. "We can't be too sure until we check," the second girl replied. After a few seconds of rapid knocks the door opens to reveal the silhouette of a woman. We have no idea what time it is but it is quite obvious it pass midnight.

until the end of time episode 4 Slowly Fransis got out of bed, he walked around and stood right behind his wife. Sonia was shocked when the man began to wrap his sturdy arms around her slim waist, her head rested on the chest of the man who was considered her sister-in-law, her ears could hear her heartbeat, she wanted to get out of this situation, her husband was in the hospital now, but she was making out with her sister-in-law, at least that's what she thought, she did not know that they were exchanging identities.

Zia Stephanie's POV I felt like time begun to lose its meaning. The passage of time felt like it was heavenly distorted where space time worked into different scale on the other dimension. What should only be a few minutes seemed like I had endured dew hours and what might feel like small width of time could be extensive.

"How long have you been down here?" "Since five." "Damien." "I was not checking my phone." "I know. You put it face-down." He looked at it. "That's not" "It is exactly what that is." She picked up her cup. "The story publishes at eight. We have sixty-nine minutes. Would you like to do something useful with them or would you like to continue performing indifference at a table by yourself?" He looked at her for a moment. Then the almost-smile arriving in the specific way it did now, which was to say without the almost:

Our once upon a time story has come to an end, one that I can't really say if it's a happy ending or not. You know why? It's because I didn't wait to get to the ending. I'm June Sandler and this is the end of our beginning. June’s Pov There’s time for everything, time to stay and time to leave, time to sow and a time to reap, a time to love and a time to hate, time to be just where you always wanted to be. This is the time where Harry get to be wheeled into the O.R, I knew myself it was time to say goodbye.

I said. "Think quickly," he said. "We have forty-eight hours before this story breaks and everything changes." He was right about that. Forty-eight hours and then Sandra Okafor's article would hit the stands and the world would shift on its axis and none of us would be standing in exactly the same place afterward. I went to the guest room and lay on top of the covers in the dark and stared at the ceiling and thought about a small bakery with my name on the door. Elly's Baking house.

Please pause! Time is a beautiful woman. It sits at an old gold-framed picture in Uncle Max's house. It sits like a two year old baby in that photo, surrounded with digits running from one to twelve. Eyes bulging as if it can see something that I can't see. Then, slowly, it ticks and ticks and ticks until it makes a giant stop when it reaches midnight. For God's sake, pause! "I believe you didn't tell me because you were afraid your relationship with this new guy would affect us," I said to Katy this morning.

Oh, he was pissed. I could practically taste his rage. Confessing to spying on them was necessary, though. He clearly needed a reminder of why we were entering this engagement. Now I just needed to throw him off when it came to my ability. “You expect me to believe you evaded Ghost with super speed?” “I don’t expect you to believe anything I say,” I rolled my eyes. “And yet it’s the truth. I’m just that fast.” He didn’t buy what I was saying, and that was fine. One of the perks about having the ability to stop time was that it made it nearly impossible to catch me in the act.