Timeless Fanfic Novels & Stories

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 It was creepy and they were all wearing clothes which was outdated in fashion world.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

“These are all small things. I can fix them. If you don’t like the three of us hanging out together, then from now on, we won’t all meet up at the same time. “Whatever else is bothering you, just tell me. I’ll change. I swear—” I cut him off, feeling irritated. “They’re not small things. My feelings were never small. “Honestly, we were done a long time ago, whether you see it or not. “Stop calling me. I really don’t want to have to change my number.” I hung up and blocked the unfamiliar number. I stayed busy once the semester started, and it felt good. I joined ROTC, and before I knew it, I had gotten pretty tan in just a couple of weeks.

He stares at the older and cold-looking Ronan outside the silver bars, then turns back to look at me with disbelief written all over his eyes. I just nod in response. He clenches his fists tightly. Soon, a furious roar escapes his throat. "He's not worthy of being your mate! I'll kill anyone who wants to hurt you, regardless of who they are!" As opposed to the 28-year-old Ronan, the 18-year-old version of him loves me more than anything else in the world. Naturally, he will definitely stick to the promises he has made to me. ... When Ronan Thorne came back, he was reeking of the overly sweet scent of his secretary, Evelyn Stone.

Do enjoy the time we spend together. It's just not love. Not the all-consuming, soul-deep connection that a mate bond should be. But maybe that's okay. Maybe love like that only exists in stories. Maybe real life is about choosing safety and kindness over impossible dreams. I close the journal with the invitation inside and shove it to the back of my shelf. Out of sight, but not forgotten. Saturday at eight, Timothy will marry Sophia Wintermoon. He'll stand at that altar and make promises to someone else. And I'll be here, living my life, proving that Marcus Blackthorn didn't break me.

she confessed, her eyes sincere. "I knew all your favorites, the innocence of young love, right?" To prove her point, she listed them all. My love for the color white, my passion for classical tunes, my admiration for Hemingway's words. With each revelation, my surprise grew until words failed me. By the end of our chat, we were both basking in an unexpected joy. Time flew by as we hung out, sipping coffee on lazy afternoons and meandering through the streets. Before we knew it, winter had wrapped the city in its chilly embrace.

🖱️Victor🖱️ I’ve always known time is a cruel enemy, but nothing prepared me for the way it felt when I realized how little of it I actually had left. Every heartbeat with them suddenly felt like it could be the last one I would ever get to share. And right now, wrapped between Jayden and Sammy, I was desperate to make every second count, to imprint my love into their skin, their hearts, and their souls. I feel like only this two will remember me when I’m gone. I have forced myself to sleep in the middle today because I want to feel shielded for the last time in life.

Sania loved this pleasure that was arousing her whole body through her nipples. Her gaze fell upon the wall clock as she saw the timing. It shows 10 in the morning and the last time when her eye landed on the clock it was showing past 8 which means they have been intimating for the last two hours. Fucking two hours of morning sex and he is still not done. Vikas is loving the life that he is having with this young girl.

For the good of my mental peace, I would change the subject. “You know who your mate is?” I perked an eyebrow in her direction while holding my breath because of my tight dress. I knew it would be difficult to put it on, but this was making for an impossible mission. How could the people of the past use things like this all the time? It seemed impossible to me. “Yes, I knew it since I was a baby. I am timeless; age has no effect on me. But we can not be together.” “Why not?” “Because he is twenty years older than me,” she answered.

And they shared the kiss a minute longer than necessary, longing for each other. For the time their lips were locked together the world itself ceased to exist, blurred and wonderful as a rose with its torn. When they trailed back their minds were like every rainbow that cease to stay yet enjoying the kiss. She wished they could stay like this forever. Sean pushes his lips in more and the wave that runs through her was intoxicating, making her head swum as she drew back to take in his beautiful eyes, staring at her, longing for more. At that moment of the kiss, their chemistry becomes an ever-bright flame.