Trapped In Time Novels & Stories

Everything was enclosed, polished, and deliberate… Just as similar as a trap. A suffocating stillness settled over me. I pressed my forehead to the door, my breathing turned shallow, trying to think, to reason, to find a sliver of clarity. But my body had its own memory— the instinct to protect, to move, to flee— and it battled against the shock in my mind. I was trapped, alone, at the mercy of someone else’s design. Time passed in a haze. The clock on the wall seemed to stretch each second into eternity. And then, finally, the door opened.

We are exactly where we belong. Julian locked his intense, ice-blue eyes with hers, stripping away the last barriers between them. The Ice King had melted, the master key was destroyed, and the ghosts of their past were finally buried. As they surrendered to the heat of the tropical night, tangling together in the dark, Maya knew one thing for absolute certain. She was trapped by the CEO. And she never wanted to escape.

The leftovers were for the servants. Waste not right? Adrexa suddenly bursts into the kitchen, where I am patiently waiting for the outcome of my meal. "The Prince and Princess want to see you immediately!" Adrexa commands breathlessly. Shit. Adrexa quickly turns and scurries back down the corridor. I quickly follow her, but I feel incredibly fatigued from my day. The shock of my wondrous journey through time, landing me in ancient Troy, discovering I'm not dreaming, and spending the rest of the day cooking a meal using age-old techniques.

“Watch the fireworks from a very long way away. And then… maybe get a cat. Something that doesn't lie or launder money.” And with that, she was gone, leaving them alone in the humming heart of the beast. Sabe knelt, inserted the drive. A progress bar flashed on the console’s main screen: PACKET RECEIVED. SLEEPING. It was in. The trap was set. They had ninety seconds. The ghosts on the canvases above were counting down. The final act was upon them, and the gallery’s beautiful, lying front was about to become the epicenter of a truth that would shake the world.

"Are you okay? Look, I'm sorry if I scared you or what but telling the truth. I'm no criminal, but I also don't have time to go to the cops cause I have a flight to catch up. So I'm sorry, but I really need to go." "Hey, wait--- ahh" she tried to stop him but her butt hurts. What did he just say flight? Oh my sh.... She looks at her watch and curse the wind. She has only had 5 minutes before she totally missed her flight. She gets her bag and swear she almost run like a flash. She didn't care anymore if she bumped into someone. 10:00 am. Chess is now inside the plane. She still couldn't believe what just happened to her, but at least she didn't miss her flight. That man jeez...

That was probably the trigger before the apocalypse. I remembered it vividly because it fell on my birthday. 10:28 AM. It was still 10:25 AM. Three minutes to know if this was all a dream or if life was playing a trick on me. Two minutes had passed and I was tapping my feet nervously as I stared out the window. The moment the time shifted to 10:28, I held my breath. But nothing happened. I couldn't help but let out a scoff of disbelief as I ran my hand through my hair. What was I thinking? That time travel was real?

Trey looked shocked, and then a big smile came across his face. "It is going to be alright," Trey says, grabbing my hand and kissing it. " Wait, what the fuck are you doing here?" "Good to see you too, Ava." "I mean, you were kidnapped," I said, looking Trey up and down. "I was, and now I am not." "How?" Trey took a deep breath. "Bieve, let me go; your old boss has been arrested." "I hope Bieve has been arrested as well?" I asked, looking more intently at Trey. "She has been admitted into an institution." "Bieve is not crazy," I said, starting to get mad. "She has had a psychotic break. She was raving about how she wanted to cut your babies out of you and wear your skin." "What the fuck Trey

YOU SHOULD CALL ME DAD MELANIE'S POV~~ As I slowly emerged from the depths of a restless sleep, I awakened to a pervasive sense of exhaustion that clung to me like a shadow. The constant, dull ache in my leg persisted, reminding me of my fragile state. I found myself trapped in a vortex of thoughts, each more troubling than the last, when suddenly, a soft knock echoed from the door. My mind raced with possibilities—who could it be at this hour? Perhaps it was Bryan, ever watchful and concerned.

Caroline momentarily contemplated and questioned, "So, you're suggesting that being too specific about time is a problem?" Officer Boyle nodded. "Indeed, it's uncommon for anyone to recall their actions during a specific time period with such precision. Your secretary's statement appears almost rehearsed. Can you recall when you arrived at the police station, Ms. Shenton?" Caroline was taken aback. She couldn't even remember when she received the initial call, let alone her arrival time at the station. Officer Boyle smiled and remarked, "You see, it's challenging for anyone to pinpoint exact times, but your secretary seems to have no trouble."

"But I don't know if it's the right time." Aiden looked at me, his eyes filled with both relief and worry. "So, we've traveled through time? And this future... it's undergone some catastrophic event." Hunter, who had been silent until now, stepped forward. His eyes, shimmering with intensity, revealed a secret he had been holding back. "I believe we've traveled to the right place and time," he said solemnly. "Time moves differently in different realms, and for every week we spent trapped in the past, a year passed in the future. Something could have happened while we were gone."