Before It's Too Late Novel Novels & Stories

Reborn Before the End Blurb Blurb She died once. She will not die again. Elara Vance died in the flames of an apocalypse that consumed the world, betrayed by the man she loved, abandoned to burn while he saved another woman and their child. Her final moments were filled with nothing but regret and hatred. Then she woke up. Three months before the end of everything, Elara is the only person on Earth who remembers what is coming. The collapsing sky. The mutated creatures. The mysterious energy that will destroy civilization as she knows it. Now she has a choice: waste her second chance on the man who destroyed her, or use it to prepare for the war ahead.

Victoria Graham told me we'd have to postpone getting our marriage license again just as I was picking up my fork. Victoria set down her cutlery, her tone as casual as if she were commenting on the weather. "Next time." I took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. "Okay." She glanced at me, then lowered her head and reached for another bite. Before taking it, she looked up at me again. "You're not angry?" I took another bite and answered calmly, "I'm not." We'd been engaged for six months, and this was the 17th time she'd postponed getting our marriage license. She was used to it. So was I. I ate slowly and finished my meal, one mouthful at a time. She didn't touch her food again. After ta

*Depth Before Reach* is published in June. The timing is, as things often are in the second life, not planned but correct: the twins are due in November, which means the book arrives in the world five months before they do, which means the book has its own life before the next chapter of everything begins. The cover is clean — white, the title in the same font as the Bosch Serra website, Cristina Bosch and Valentina Serra listed as co-authors in the order Cristina insisted on: alphabetically, because the book belongs to the practice and the practice belongs equally to both.

Like my life lately there was still light, but it was no longer whole. Vivienne. The name surfaced again, pressing mercilessly against my chest. I thought I had made peace with the past. I thought I was mature enough to understand that everyone had a story before I came along. But reality was never that simple. Not when that old story returned with a fragile body, a deadly illness, and a special place in the heart of the man who I believed had chosen me.

“Because I want out. It’s over.” Mia’s hands shook. She pressed one against her chest, the other against her stomach. This—this empty apartment, these sterile papers, this cold man—was all that remained. The life she thought she had, the man she thought she knew, had vanished. “You’ve been… indifferent for months,” she said. Her voice barely more than a whisper. “I thought… I thought maybe… I was wrong. Maybe I was just overthinking it. And now?” “You weren’t wrong,” he said. A shrug, a tilt of his head. “Just too late.”

Its form had already taken shape. I hurriedly closed my eyes again. However, I could feel the tingle in my nose, reminding me that I couldn't deny that this was now my reality. I had killed my own child because of a man who hadn't been worth any of my time or effort. My phone vibrated next to me. It was a text message from Archer Nolan. "Are you done sulking? You're already so old, yet you keep acting like a spoiled child! Don't keep thinking that the world revolves around you. You'd better know your place and stay there, Selene!"

"You're only hurt partly because your mother and I spoiled her. Will you… forgive us?" My mother was looking at me, her eyes bright with anticipation. I hung my head low. "Remember that card you gave me, Mother? If I had it… If I had it sooner, none of this would've happened. What I'm trying to say is… It's too late to ask for forgiveness." They were trying to show me love, but it came far too late. I was well past that. I could live without that. "Ant, I'm tired."

The hospital room seemed to radiate with warmth and coziness, but my son and I felt like our hearts were colder than a winter day. Cyrus had lost too much blood and was barely standing. I could not afford to waste any more time on a scumbag. Today might have ended in my loss, Chelsea, but the days ahead were long. By then, we would see who had the last laugh.

Thank you all for choosing my book to read and for reading it to the end. I really appreciate the time spent reading this book and also every single single gift and coin that were giving. It means more to me than I can express. {If you love IT'S TOO LATE NOW and you would love to read another book of mine. You can check out DIVORCE: DEAR EX IT'S YOUR LOSS} These are few chapters I decided to post, I hope you all enjoy the story.

"Fine. Fourteen days. But if the coastal policy—" "Fourteen days!" She sighed deeply. "Enjoy the Maldives." Travis had already escaped into the corridor by the time we turned around. ***** The beach was wide and the water was the kind of blue that doesn't look real. Travis lasted approximately seven minutes before he ran directly into the ocean fully clothed. Caelum looked at me. I looked at Caelum. Then we both followed him in, shoes and all, and Priya's extra swimsuit concern suddenly made complete sense.