Future Days Novels & Stories

Not yet. Not today.

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Liam’s POV “What day is it today?” I asked my secretary, trying to confirm today’s date. “It’s Tuesday the 19th, sir,” she responded. “Okay, thank you,” I said, dismissing her. “Shit,” I muttered to myself, putting down what I was reading. It had just dawned on me that it was a few days to D-day and I was not ready. It was four days to be exact. Four days till I get married, for the next three years at least.

The train yard was quiet again, the mirror gone. Eli was gone too. Her bag lay beside her, open. Inside was another envelope. Her name. She tore it open with numb fingers. You did well. He’s gone for now. But the noise is spreading. Find the next one before it finds you. Below that, in smaller writing: You have three days. Ava’s breath hitched. The ink looked fresh, still wet in places. And at the bottom of the page, written in faint pencil — like someone had added it later:

His eyes trail back to Millan until his brain catches up and he looks at the clock again. The 21st of March. Weston used to apprehend that day, to fear it. Since his parent’s death, his friends and the Council have come to accept this day as Weston’s day off. He would spend it at his parents’ grave, avoiding talking to anyone. He would hate how that day had the power of turning him into the opposite of who he really is; an antisocial, depressed, unapproachable Head Alpha. But this year… He hadn’t even realized it was today.

I added. Three days is a pretty long time, right? Right?

Then: I'm glad you went. ​She flipped the phone face down on the duvet, the vibration of the message settling into the mattress. She looked at the wall again, thinking about the first flight tomorrow, Richard’s move, and the twenty-two days that were no longer twenty-two days. There was so much to do—evidence to secure, a hearing to win, a legacy to protect. ​Everything that had almost happened in that narrow street in Alfama was going to have to wait. It was shelved, tucked away behind the urgency of the mission.

I slap his arm playfully, “Stop, I barely talk about you.” “That’s totally not true; don’t lie to him.” I stare at my friend, shocked, “Seriously, Becky?” “What? Do you not realize that you talk about him as often as you do?” It’s her turn to wink at Jace, and she’s lucky that I can’t reach her over the counter. Becky giggles once more and then takes our orders, “So, when is D-day anyway?” “D-day?” Jace and I ask together. “Yeah, you know, move in day. When are you finally moving here?”

To make amends, Dad retired early and handed full control of Harlow Corporation over to me. Six months later, my wedding to Drake took place as scheduled. It was the wedding of the century, talked about across the entire city. There was no dramatic objection, no vicious antagonists—only endless blessings and flowers. We spent our wedding night at a private beachside villa. Drake wrapped his arm around me, his fingers gently playing with my hair. He spoke in a lazy voice. "Honey, do you think those pop-up messages will ever come back?" I took his hand and kissed it gently.

continued Ha Mino. "But I'm only helping." "I want to work one last time on a novel section and I hope you're willing to come. It's not bad to be traveling to Japan. You've never been abroad, have you?" Lee Umji nodded slowly. "So how many of us are leaving?" "You can see the list. From our company only you and I besides that I brought an old friend who is fluent in Japanese." "When do we leave?" "The day after tomorrow." The news that Lee Umji will be doing work has already spread throughout the company's novel section. Even Mr. Ryeol as the boss has agreed and given permission.