Timeline Forty-One

Timeline Forty-One

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⚠️Disclaimer from author ⚠️ This story , its characters, and stylistic choices (including nonlinear chapters design and character naming such as "Kairo") are original creations of Edward Juarez. Any similarities found elsewhere after this posting are coincidental or derivative. I've crafted this story from my voice, my vision, and my time. If you're inspired by what I write, awesome. But don't copy. Thank you In a Future where everyone receives a visit from their future self, one man has yet to receive his. Alone in a world of clarity and second chances, he clings to the hope that one day his door will open too. And he will soon learn: The knock at the door isn't always your own. At least...not in this time-line. Because when things begin to loop- Time begins to bleed. Authors note: This is my first completed Novella, and it means a lot to me. "Timeline Forty-one" was born from a single image: a man waiting for something that never comes-until it does. In the strangest possible way. Thank you for reading. If you felt something-follow and stick around for more. Final chapters coming before February. New book announced In March
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"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

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