Timeless Series Novels & Stories

I should be focused on Ava and Reece, and this moment, I shouldn't let the past be brought into my present, no. I question myself, if whether I did actually move on or something. After leaving Colton's office earlier, my mind keeps tempting me to go back in time, to those last days, before she was gone from my life. There's been a slight anxious feeling, that has touched my chest and I've been doing everything possible, to not let it overtake me. " Skylar?" I snap out of my thoughts, and look at Reece, who looks at me with a frown. " I made some cookies, come on, grab one." He says.

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I waited for this stupid dinner party to end, so I could get away from him. Around thirty minutes passed, and I was fed up of hearing the boring tales and lame jokes and the pointless conversations. I learnt that these guests were the so called Noblemen, noblewomen, top ranking warriors, council members and high class citizens. This century is so not for me. Nicholas remained impassive the whole time. He’s not much of a talker I guess although, he’s a total jerk.

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.

"You're not, that's why you are able to hide your pain. Your soul feels heavy, the way I see it makes me want to burst a cry, you've suffered too much my lady." I guess it's not bad at all. "Tell me, who turned back the time?" I asked. She remained silent before she answered. "Cataslycm." I blinked my eyes repeatedly, my stomach twitched and I can see myself unable to open my mouth. "That is the end of what truly means of your reversed time. That man, a disaster. You should never let him die, or the time will stop and the world will never begin to revolve again." "What do you mean? Why does he have that kind of power?" I asked.

“Yeah, it’s always been my dream to create a time manipulation device. I am nowhere near in relinquishing that dream.” It’s the same old thing. I’ve heard of this story a lot of times that a person perusing this would have imagined. I’ve also heard her reminders about me not touching it countless times in my life. But even after hearing the same reason over and over again, I don’t have the slightest idea as to what is the real purpose of time manipulation. Is it to return to the past? Or to manipulate the present? Or then again to venture out to see what's to come? Or perhaps… to keep away from death. Time, in a sense, is ceaseless and my mother’s not the first person who attempted and is st

Did he just tell me things about time? "Manipulate time?" "Yes. It's just like the usual size of an hourglass but little did everyone know, it contains the most powerful invention that the Vasileìas did to manipulate time. I don't know how they did it but the world that we're living in our era isn't actually the world that we're supposed to live in. Everything that we saw there, even the day and night is all an illusion that they made to make everyone believe them. And because they are the only ones who know about that, they were able to make everyone their slaves and them as untouchable human beings," he explained and I was just listening to him; having a hard time understanding what he's s

Lucas and Natasha—the two people who had betrayed her, shattered her trust, and destroyed her life in the other timeline—were dead. Her first instinct was disbelief. It felt surreal, almost as if it were some twisted dream she would wake up from at any moment. But as she scrolled through the article, detailing how they had been found in Lucas’s apartment, with signs of a violent altercation leading to both their deaths, it began to sink in.

On it, someone had written with a childish scrawl: "Reconciliation Ticket." "You promised me, Shana, that no matter what I did wrong, you'd give me a chance when I showed this to you," he begged. "We've been by each other's side for 15 years, in love for eight years. Is everything so worthless to you that you can forget about it so easily?"

His words were like ice, and he hung up before she could say another word. Summer stared at her phone, her expression darkening as rage boiled beneath the surface. She’d waited so long for me to step aside, and she finally had her chance. However, why was everything slipping through her fingers now? A few days later, she called Lucien again. The moment he saw her name flash across the screen, his brows furrowed. “I told you. I don’t have time for this right now–” “Lucien.” Summer’s voice trembled, soft and tearful. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you, but the power’s out at my place. I think there’s a short circuit or something…