Timeless Series Novels & Stories

“We will figure everything out together at each step. I will only act in your interest and how you direct me too.” “Is this a conflict of interest for you, though?” Sara asked. “Not in any way, I see it. I won’t deny I hate her. I also won’t deny I believe she killed my father somehow. However, she did this well before I knew her. The best part is there is no time limit for this that we know of. It would be ten years from the age of adulthood in most cases, but if your parents said eighteen or twenty-one or even twenty-five, there is nothing stopping you from going forward with this. As it has not been ten years yet.” Garret said, “The only conflict would be with you because I think you shou

her eyes flick away from me and back. “Five? H-How old are you, Amari?” She smiles, “Well, next month I will be a hundred and sixty-two.” I feel my mouth drop. She doesn’t look like she could be older than thirty. A thought occurs to me, “Amari, i-if you’re almost a hundred and sixty-two...how short are my lifetimes? That’s an average of a little over thirty years per life.” “It’s a conversation for another time, Iok- Kas,” she pauses for a moment, “I know time is of the essence, but actually, I think having this conversation now may actually help you heal your friend.”

Finally, we arrive at Dead Man’s Woods. Wade pulls over into the muddy parking area. I look outside the window, it’s pitch black and thick with fog. “Well, if this isn’t spooky, I don’t know what is.” Wade says as he turns off the ignition. “I hope you have big torches Wade, the fog is really thick,” Penny says worryingly. “Yeah, yeah I have everything including 2 tents.” He says with a smile. “What?! Tents! Why do we need tents?!” I shout.

Maddy's voice was sad. "Yeah, I know," I say. We go inside and Maddy starts getting her stuff ready to head back to her house. The weekend was over and tomorrow starts the new week of everyday boring. She hangs out a little while longer and we decide to watch a movie while we wind down from the day, and I wait for Dane to call, it's taking him longer than usual to get home. We assume Ant stopped for beer or something after his supposed near-death experience. We are halfway through the movie when my phone rings, it's Dane.

"I don't need to see the flip side. I saw the side he chose to show me. That's what's important." The old man smiled, and turned to leave, unintentionally dropping something from his pocket. "You left something." I said, making no move to pick it. "I don't leave things behind. I gave it to you." I sighed. "By throwing it down on the floor?" "You can step on it if you want," He said with a nonchalant shrug. His expression hardened however, as he pointed a finger at me, as if about to warn me. "But be careful. The threads of time are not to be stepped on like that. They can glitch too."

TIMELESS: MOONBOUND CHAPTER 1 THE MOON AILEEN’S POV “In the last three days, odd creatures have been seen wandering around the edges of the Red Bloom forest and three people have also gone missing. The government has asked every citizen to avoid the forest and if possible, the forest will be barricaded….” The television went out just before the news anchor could finish her words and everyone, by everyone, I mean the two people, other than me who was in the same place as me glared at me.

Sixty-Four After dinner, they cleaned up together, a simple act that brought them closer. As they washed the dishes, their conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and shared dreams. Later, they curled up on the couch, each holding a glass of wine. The soft glow of the fireplace created a warm and inviting atmosphere. As they sipped their wine, they talked about their hopes and aspirations. Florence shared her dream of opening a school for children with disabilities, while Chaos spoke of his plans for his company. Their conversation was a beautiful blend of dreams and reality, a testament to the power of human connection.

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.

"I ordered your favorite soft pink wedding dress. After surgery, the designer will take your measurements. At our wedding, you'll be the most beautiful bride." I smiled and touched his face. This was my farewell. Tears streamed down my face, and a silent thought echoed. "Ethan, there won't be a wedding for us." As the doors to the operating theater closed, I kept my gaze fixed on the three people I loved most; I wanted to commit their faces to memory. Once these doors closed, I knew I would never see them again. As anesthesia dulled my senses, the world around me faded away. My death was declared at precisely 10:00 pm, as indicated by the wall clock.

Scott suddenly froze. His dark eyes were fixed on me, and then he smiled. "Sure." From the comments scrolling across the screen, I realized I was living inside a novel. I was what they called the "cannon fodder." Scott was the "male lead," and the real daughter of the Walker family, Tessa Walker, was the "female lead." I curled my lips into a smile and tried asking, "Since the real heiress is back, shouldn't the fake one, Tessa, go home to her real parents? She probably misses her real parents too, right?"