The Infinite Loop: A Time Traveler's Search for Love

By Emilee Avink

Princess Davenport is trapped in a time loop, bouncing between historical eras and encountering famous figures. Though initially appearing like a curse, these encounters spark meaningful connections. Cleopatra, the passionate queen, offers a glimpse into the fleeting nature of time. Boudicca, the fierce warrior queen, reveals the power of shared convictions. Princess Davenport begins to wonder if the loop isn't just about love, but about a deeper understanding of the human spirit across time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emilee Avink
• Release date: Mar 31, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224347490

Book preview

Chapter 1: The Curse of Infinite Desires

The world shimmers around me, a kaleidoscope of fractured timelines. One moment I breathe the crisp air of a bygone era, the next I'm flung into the future, a disoriented visitor in a world I barely recognize. It's a dizzying existence, both exciting and unsettling. They call me Princess Davenport, though the title feels more like a family legacy than anything resembling royalty. You see, my family is burdened – or perhaps blessed – with a peculiar gift: the ability to hopskip through the corridors of time. It's not a majestic power, mind you, more like a cosmic hiccup that throws me into unexpected historical encounters. The strange part? They always seem to involve a passionate connection.

It's like being trapped in a whirlwind romance novel, each chapter featuring a captivating soul plucked from history. One minute I'm sharing a stolen glance with a fearless warrior under the vibrant glow of the northern lights, the next I'm captivated by the fiery spirit of a revolutionary leader. Each encounter ignites a spark, a connection so intense it leaves me breathless. But just as quickly as it begins, it's ripped away, leaving me yearning and floating in the in-between.

It's a frustrating predicament, to be sure. I crave a connection that rises above these brief moments, a love story that isn't confined to the constraints of time. But perhaps, there's more to it than just quick romance. Maybe these moments are meant to teach me something, to show me the immense spectrum of human emotions and experiences. Maybe, in a way, they're all pieces of a grand puzzle, a puzzle about the human heart and its boundless capacity to love.

So, here I stand, Princess Davenport, a reluctant time traveler with a heart full of desire and a thirst for connection. Who knows where the next loop will take me, but one thing's for certain: I'll face it with an open heart and a curious mind, forever seeking the deep connections that illuminate the essence of who we are.

The year is 4000, a date that feels like science fiction and a bad case of deja vu all rolled into one. The outside world hums with its non-stop march of technology, a symphony of flashing lights and whirring machines that can leave you yearning for a simpler time. But there's this haven, tucked away in a forgotten corner – Kinetica. Don't get me wrong, it's got all the futuristic bells and whistles – sleek chrome surfaces reflecting the holographic adverts that flicker alongside faded oil paintings. But there's also a warmth to the place, plush velvet booths you can sink into and forget about the world outside. They say it caters to the time-weary, those seeking a respite from the relentless march of progress. Me? Well, let's just say I find myself in the dimly lit bathroom of Kinetica a little more often than most. Because that's where it always starts, this strange loop I'm trapped in. It's here, among the flickering neon signs and the faint scent of some futuristic air freshener, that everything rewinds, and I'm thrown back into the endless dance of time.

I tugged at my crimson dress, its silky fabric clinging to my curves like a second skin. In the flickering bathroom light, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror: tall, Amazonian with dark skin that glowed. My unruly dark curls cascaded down my back, a wild halo framing my determined face. The air crackled with a strange energy, the lights flickered like a dying firefly. A prickling sensation crawled up my spine, and for a breathless moment, even time seemed to hold its breath. Then, with a pop that sent a jolt through me, the bathroom door creaked open and I was no longer alone.

A jolt shot through me as the bathroom door creaked open, shattering the tense silence. But it wasn't the usual creak of a rusty hinge. This one held a large pause, a hesitation that mirrored the knot forming in my stomach. In the reflection above the sink, a new face materialized beside mine. My breath hitched. It was her – Cleopatra. The legendary Egyptian queen, her beauty as breathtaking as the stories whispered through time. Her eyes, the color of the Nile at dusk, held a depth of wisdom that belied her years. They locked onto mine, not with the commanding gaze history portrayed, but with a flicker of something akin to… understanding?

A strange sense of familiarity washed over me, even though this was the first time (this loop) we'd met. It was a connection unlike any other, immediate and powerful, yet tinged with a bittersweet awareness. This encounter, like all the others, was destined to be momentary, a shooting star zooming across the expanse of time. A throb of sadness pulled at my heart, but it was quickly washed away by a rush of excitement. Who knew who else the loop would bring me face-to-face with tonight?

A ghost of a smile played on Cleopatra's lips as our eyes met in the mirror. We are but shadows passing through time, Princess, she murmured, her voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down my spine. It wasn't the commanding tone history books described, but something softer, laced with a pearl of heavyhearted wisdom. Yet, beneath the sadness, there was a spark – a spark of connection that defied the boundaries of time. But in this stolen moment, she continued, her dark eyes locking with mine, we are infinite.

Our connection crackled like electricity, a story whispered not from the stars, but from the raw, beating hearts reflected in the mirror. Cleopatra, this legendary queen, wasn't a statue from a history book anymore. She was a woman, her eyes sparkling with a fire that mirrored the one igniting within me. The passion that flared between us was a wildfire, scorching and exhilarating, a defiance against the very constraints of time itself. It was a dance of stolen glances, whispered secrets, and a laughter that echoed strangely.

But like a dream fading at dawn, the relentless march of time intruded. The neon glow outside the Kinetica, once a warm welcome, now seemed to pulsate with a cold urgency. A new millennium loomed, and with it, the end of our stolen moment. The bittersweet truth settled on us both. We shared a final embrace, a desperate attempt to hold onto the embers of what we'd ignited. A silent promise hung in the air, a promise whispered against the certainty of separation. As Cleopatra faded away, the echo of her laughter clinging to the air like a phantom limb, I was left alone once again.