Novel & Cerita Timeless Fanfic

Elana had also not woken up, there was no one to tell me what was happening over there and if Olivia would ever come back to me. I grabbed a bottle of hard liquor, not even bothering myself to see which one was it. It didn't make any sense, she was not supposed to have been there for more than two days at most. The concept of time have always been described as four times faster than ours when it came to the ace. “Your Majesty?” I heard a voice, it sounded unrecognizable to me at first but since Rex did not stir, I knew that it wasn't an enemy. I suspected that it was Alexander and my guess was correct when I turned to find myself staring into his sad eyes.

He smokes while he was walking in the parking lot of his building. Meanwhile, Teacher Maria was busy doing her school reports and teaching her students. She's a bit distracted every time she thought of the handsome face of Mr. del Fuego. She was fortunate that she was sent to her home last time by Mr. del Fuego without any damage done to her. Mr. del Fuego had been known as a playboy bachelor in town, but come to think of it, Maria said to herself, "It is indeed not possible that Mr. del Fuego will harm me. He only liked sexy and fashionable women. Well I'm safe," she smiled with this thought. She is also quite thinking, "Nonetheless, if I can be his girl, It's alright then. Who could not fa

"Yes and no. I say so because being able to manipulate time is like borrowing a power from me and drawing a small portion of me. However with you, it's completely different. You have your own source so you my dear are chosen by time as one so you're like me." "Time." "We are the sources. People can get the powers of time if we bless them with it. However time chose you or to say layed dormant in you." Giselle was shocked to hear this. Being a source of time was something she had never expected. "You need to have more control over yourself Giselle. Judging your enemy in darkness is difficul and even more difficult when darkness itself is your opponent." Saying so, Time has vanished from the p

*** My eyes refuse to wander away from the sight of T next to me. I know the incident where I nearly lost him was a few days ago, but I’m still constantly watching over him, in case something would come out of nowhere to haunt him. Who knows what Time has up his sleeve. For now, T is still bedridden, and I’ve happily joined him, almost never leaving his side when I didn’t have to. T proposed to me last night. It’s strange, but since we are both immortal, it’s the only true way to ensure our connection as mates. It doesn’t bother me, but apparently it means a lot to T.

My tongue slides along his lower lip before darting into his mouth, rich with ginger and moss. “Xandra,” he rasps, clutching at the layers of open fabric barely separating us. His cock juts against my hip, and I grind against it. He blows out a sharp breath through gritted teeth. I want to have time. To go slowly, to enjoy every second. But we weren’t given the luxury of mating during peacetime. Our story is one of war, one of stolen seconds between battles. Of protecting each other when we cannot protect ourselves. Moments together can feel like lifetimes when it’s the right person on top of me, panting his breath into my mouth, dripping his sweat onto my forehead. I grab at every inch of F

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.

I see nothing but swaying wildflowers and grass. Time places his finger to his lips before pointing. I follow where he points, finally seeing what we came here for. Two people rustle through the grass, whispering between each other. Squinting, I look closer as they approach, seeing it’s a male and female. It’s Time, and a pretty girl that clasps his hand tightly. They must be in a relationship, I realise. What strikes me first, is he isn’t as young as I thought. He’s a boyish teengager, when I assumed I would be seeing his as a child. I suppose being an immortal makes your perception of age and youth is different.

“What is it? I am very busy right now.” I brushed off my hurt at his irritation. It was a normal occurrence, but it still hurt. “Please, you need to spend more time with Evie.” My voice shook. Eric scoffed in annoyance. “Iris, you know that I don't have time for any of your games. Zara needs help with her daughter, Tiffany, so I have a lot on my plate right now.” The mention of Zara, and Tiffany, her daughter, caused my heart to bleed. Zara was Eric’s first love who had disappeared several years ago, but had just returned now with her daughter, Tiffany.

It was a moment of shared triumph, a testament to the power of unity and unwavering determination. With this newfound knowledge, we set our plan into motion. The intricate dance of time manipulation became second nature to us, a harmonious blend of ancient wisdom and familial intuition. As the day of our final attempt approached, there was a quiet confidence between us, an unspoken understanding that we were ready. When the time came, we stood together, our hands joined not just in physical touch but in a connection that transcended the tangible. The fabric of time enveloped us, and we stepped into the moment where Cassian Maximilian's fate hung in the balance.

And pop, it's gone. The sharp sound of his ringtone or was it mine? I wasn't sure. But it screeched in the air like a dying horse. Breaking the warm feeling both Kaleb and I were surrounded by. Kaleb pulls away with a groan, cusses. "Fuck. I guess our time is up flower." He pecked my lips, groaned again and swept in for another slow kiss, only to be interrupted yet again. "Dammit." He barked and sat up. Pulling his phone out of his pocket.