Timeline Novels & Stories

i cant stop the tears that start to flow "Hey princess, i dont plan on you losing but if you do then she will be Luna of the pack, not my Luna and i will reject her, that spoilt bitch isnt fit to run the pack and i will not have her anywhere near me so you better win princess Luna Beth" with the tears flowing i sit astride Luke and kiss him, i kiss him with everything that i have and i can feel him and Lucas slowly losing control but i dont care, i want all of him and as Luke pulls back and says "princess we need to stop or im not going to be able to "thats when i know for certain and look into his deep blue eyes that flash black to show Lucas is with him i say "im yours,take me and mark me

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Instead of staring at everything in one messy pile, I suddenly grab another notebook. An idea forms inside my head. If I keep looking at random pieces, I will never understand anything. I need order. I need a timeline. No, I need two timelines. I draw a long line across the first page. At the top I write: Jayden's Version. I begin filling it in carefully with every event, every date he gave me, every place he mentioned, and every memory he had of their arguments. When I finish, I flip to the next page. Across the top, I write:

“Thanks.” He didn’t comment on her fluster, as if he hadn’t noticed it. Killian just sat, flipping through his notebook. “We need a clear timeline for the prototype and marketing plan. Let’s start with milestones.” Hours passed by. The other teammates had returned to their hotel suites, standing up one by one with the excuse that they were exhausted and sleepy. Kiara was left alone with the man who appeared to be as concerned for the team’s success as she was. “The initial prototype must be ready in six weeks,” she murmured, fingers dancing across the keyboard. “We can’t afford delays.”

She prepared color-coded timelines, contingency plans, and concise explanations for every move. Lucian appeared silently behind her chair, his presence heavy but not intrusive. He watched as her fingers moved quickly across the keyboard. He did not speak, and she did not flinch. Every decision, every movement, every word had to be deliberate. She turned toward him when she finished the plan. “I have resolved the scheduling conflict. Both meetings can proceed without overlap. I have delegated essential portions of the call to maintain your presence for the board meeting, and the client has been informed of the revised timeline. A

*** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE

Daisy still kept silent, calm as if nothing had happened. Dash’s head was like mud, he couldn’t remember anything. He quickly rushed into the bathroom and poured cold water on his head. A few blurry, fragmented images exist in memory. To stop Daisy's annoying crying. Dash sees Daisy as nothing more than a stuffed animal. Cover her nose, pinch her cheeks, spread her mouth, strangle. Being bothered too much. Daisy also reacted a bit. Mumbling something, she turned over and leaned in the other direction, continuing to sleep.

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Not to mention, Della, who hopefully hasn’t come to visit to see my unconscious body. Thought leans back, bracing himself on his elbows as he joins me in admiring the large pool of natural water in front of us. “I’ve tried to keep this simulation as close to the time in the waking world as possible in order to not confuse you, so yes, a week will have passed.” “I wonder what could have changed,” I breathe.

A version of me that nobody knew. It's funny how time can exist, freeze, move forward, backward, and then forward again. Suddenly it doesn't exist at all. What's left is an irreplaceable shadow that doesn't reoccur ever again. It's always the first and the last, yet we like to pretend that it's the same the next time even though it will never be the same. The exact same shadow that once was created is lost forever in the same tides of time that can never be stopped.