Life After Tomorrow Novels & Stories

The world had ended three weeks ago. At least, that’s what the Club wanted everyone to believe. In reality, it was all an elaborate, expensive role-play scenario arranged by the Midnight Club on a massive abandoned military base they had converted into their private playground. A “post-apocalyptic” paradise where the rich and powerful could live out their darkest survivalist fantasies without any real consequences, except for me. I was the real consequence. The living prize. The one who would be broken again and again in this fake end of the world.

My eyes stared blankly at the bottom of my couch, the dust bunnies clinging to the chipped wood legs. Tomorrow, I told myself as my eyelids fluttered closed. Tomorrow I’ll lose everything. The last thing I saw before darkness claimed me was the blue glow of my phone screen illuminating Mike’s reply: “Okay. Tomorrow.”

"If you don't want to live, then you can die too." To my surprise, that one strike had not only killed Tyler but also awakened Evelyn. But Edith had already stopped listening to Evelyn's words. She stared blankly ahead, like her soul had left her body. I followed her gaze. It was where Tyler had fallen. I sighed and left the hospital.

how Rhett rejected her in the end and she said, “I’ll worry about that tomorrow? Why not do that? Why not enjoy today and worry about all that stuff tomorrow?” “Tomorrow,” I softly repeated. “The best part about that statement is that tomorrow never comes,” she chuckled. I finally laughed. She was right. I could do nothing about what was happening with me and Lance except accept the fact that we were centuries apart and may never see each other again. I needed to move on with my life. As for Killian… well, now that I was truly sexually active, I imagined he wouldn’t be the last to love me and leave me. That didn’t make it okay, but I could deal with it.

He followed seconds later—body locking, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he came deep inside me, hot and pulsing, filling me until I felt it spill out around him. We clung together, gasping, trembling. The only two people left on earth. I lay with my head on his chest for a long time, watching moonlight track across the floor. The world outside was chaos—Council bankrupt, packs waking to new reality, us outcasts. “What happens tomorrow?” I whispered. His hand stroked my hair, gentle. “Tomorrow the Wolfe-Calder foundation starts rebuilding. We have the assets, the cure, the ledger.” He kissed the top of my head.

Sandra is not what she looks like. He has a pattern. Structure is structure. Three different voices telling me three different things. Only one of them is in my life in the specific way that matters. "Tomorrow," I say. "Tomorrow," Lena confirms. "And call me after." "You always say that." "You never call after." "I will this time." "Promise." "Promise," I say. I hung up. Sit in the quiet. Tomorrow.

In just a minute, Jaxon saw the Ancestora's seal break, the dyke destroy, and every living being in the Bleurealm die. Jaxon vomited a mouthful of blood. The power of the river of time was too strong. Peeking even just a little into the future had caused Jaxon to receive a hit from the Rules of Heaven and Earth. He wiped away the blood from his mouth. Despite getting hurt, he saw what he wanted to see. He wasted no time, tore open the void, and appeared in the golden tent.

Stupid overthinking drunk brain. “Let’s go to sleep.” We climb in Zain’s bed and he quickly falls asleep. I turn to my side away from him. My mind is going a million miles a minute. I am still trying to figure out why I am acting the way I am. Suddenly Zain’s arm wraps around me. We have slept in the same bed many of nights. His couch was uncomfortable and there was no way either of us was sleeping on that thing. Add to that the number of people that come in and out of the house all night. We both have too much trauma for that. Listening for his breathing, I realize he is dead to the world, unaware of his actions. It doesn’t take long before I succumb to exhaustion and pass out.

After some minutes I was done, i turned off the shower and dried my skin with my white towel hanging on the rack, when I was no longer dripping water I tied the towel around my waist and walked into my closet to put on my Nike sweat pant and a polo, I went down to the sitting room downstairs with my laptop, i took a bottle of Budweiser beer from my fridge, opened it and drank from the bottle as I walked back to the sofa to check the mail's of today in my laptop. After I was done replying messages, I wanted to log out but stopped to check back again on the mail I got from ROK Studio today, as I kept screwing the messages I received earlier something caught my interest, the names of the couple

"What about his mom?" "She was my highschool crush. She married someone else but died a few years ago in an accident" "I'm sorry about that." He shrugged. “Forget it. Forget Cole. He has made his decision, let’s talk about us.” “Us?” I asked slightly confused. “Yes. I want us to see more of each other. I want what happened last night to be more permanent. I know you think it’s weird because you’ve dated Cole, and our age difference, but it doesn’t matter to me. I love you.”