Miss Time Novels & Stories

She didn’t even call her father like had planned. And now the day is Monday that makes him a busy man, she’s pretty sure he won’t go near his phone, her only way of speaking with him is contacting his secretary. Missy hates the man because he’s always flirting with her. She read through the messages and she’s glad her best friend; Thea never told anyone about what she told her. She exited the group, clicking on the private chat with Thea, then composed a message before sending. “I’m on my way to school bitch, there’s a whole damn lot to do and talk about.”

But then he adds, “You know what, I’ll keep your name on the list for now. If you change your mind, give me a call. You’re always welcome.” Friday came quickly. Too quickly it seems because on Thursday night, Misha never came home. I got one call, less than an hour before we were set to leave for the airport. “Hey, Ari, something came up and had to sleep at the office last night. I’m sorry, but we’ll have to fly to Miami separately.” “Oh?” I swallowed, my throat tight. “Is that so?” A pause. “Yeah,” he replies casually, as if this is just a small inconvenience. “I know it sucks, and I’m sorry,” he sighed, exasperated. “But I’ll make it all up to you when we get there, okay.”

At first, there’s nothing. Then I realize the “Recently Deleted” folder has been cleared. No trace. Like it never happened. Except—I know it did. My mind races. I open my messaging app, checking for old notifications, anything. Eventually, in a quiet corner of my inbox, I find a single, fragmented notification buried deep in my system log: [Missed call – Knoxx Wayne – 9:46 PM.] My breath catches. It was five days ago. I never saw it. Because someone erased it.

In a hurry, Missy ran to get her purse from her office and hail a car to take her to her apartment, which, thankfully, didn't take as long as she feared. On the way, she checked her messages again and, although she wasn't surprised, it was inevitable not to feel sadly disappointed when she realized that, again, Liam had viewed and not replied to any of her messages, including the ones where she told him that she had met with Suzan and left the car for them. And even though she knew it would be pointless, she sent one more message, asking if they could have a chat after Lauren's party was over. As usual, even when she finally set foot in her condo on the elevator on her way home, there was st

"Can I help you with anything?" The tinkle of the wind chimes signaled his arrival, but the silence that followed was deafening. I looked up and locked eyes with Emmett, his gaze tinged with sorrow. I fought to keep my composure, my face betraying nothing. "Looking for something in particular?" "Josephine, I've missed you so much..." "If you're just browsing, take your time. We're swamped today, but check out our latest designs over there." I gestured to the side and bent back to my work, snipping at the loose threads and reminding myself to keep pushing forward.

Thirty-four It's been weeks since Howard left but she still haven't heard a single thing about him. She thought he is going to call her as soon as he arrived to wherever he is going but she was obviously wrong. He did not even left a message. Maybe, he decided to be a gentleman and let her be for a while, but he is giving her too much space and she misses him. She paced around her office and contemplated whether to call him. If she calls, then she would appear desperate for wanting to talk to him. No, she can't do that. She should not call. But it's been weeks. He should have at least left her a message. She do not know what's really happening to her. She does not even know why she misses hi

That’s one small mercy. “Well, we are here, on vacation, enjoying each other’s company, so I thought I would let you know that I appreciate you,” Time tells her, pulling her closer to his chest. “We have been together for many years now, and it’s not hard to forget to remind each other.”

The two of them had impacted me in the little year we've spent together; they've grown on me, and leaving them is just so hard. “I know, I'm Taylor. I'm going to miss you both,” I muttered and pulled them back into our group hug. “It’s okay, ladies. Don't cry; there's the internet. We are going to do a lot of face time and talking. Thank God the time zone isn't that different, and we could call at a convenient time,” Mike said, trying to lighten up the mood, but Taylor glared at him. “Face timing isn't the same as physical. I'm going to miss your laziness,” she murmured, and I laughed.

I exhaled the breath I’d been holding, and started typing a reply. Kai: We’re having dinner at my parents’ house tonight. Sorry, I missed your text earlier, I’ve been busy looking for a replacement for Tessa. It feels odd not having you at work. I hope you’re okay, and that this personal day is so you can rest a bit, and not because something’s wrong. I’ll see you tonight. I love you, too.

I was slowly walking round the table while they followed me with their eyes. “What does that have to do with the fact that you’re late,” the GM of their company stood up to me. “What’s your name?” I asked the man who caught my attention earlier and he replied with “Derek” so I stopped in my tracks. “Derek, you’re obviously new so you wouldn’t know but for your sake, I will move further since they’ve decided to live in denial,” “15 million dollars suddenly went missing from my company’s records,” I stopped to look at their already uncomfortable GMs face.