Never Saw Me Coming Novels & Stories

And I saw none of it coming, even though I should have. I have never missed something like that before. I have always known when danger was near, when threads of time were splitting in ways they should not. I’ve always had a warning. But not this time. The Sight failed me. Or maybe I failed it. Either way, he is gone, and I was blind. And now I am blind to the future.

Watching me. Our eyes met. His grin cut the darkness. He knew I’d seen him. I stumbled back. My phone buzzed: “He’s watching. He never stopped.

My girlfriend, Eliana Hodson, and my so-called best friend, Austin Brock, had this thing for bets. And somehow, I was always the joke. They'd bet on how long I'd wait for them, which puddle I'd slip in when it rained, even whether the crazy-hot pepper Austin snuck into my food would make my nose run. Then Austin went overseas. Eliana and I got married, and I figured their stupid little game was finally over. Yeah. Nope. One night, I was working at a fancy lounge when I walked in on a group playing a betting game called Time Bomb. I set down their drinks just as I heard Eliana. "I lost." Her friends started yelling. "A bet's a bet! Pick a guy and dance with him!" Then Eliana—my wife

"Sam, do you know where my daughter went after she was discharged from the hospital?" Sam looked puzzled. "That's your family matter. How would I know? All I know is that your daughter had a successful operation on the 8th of last month. The whole company was relieved. We thought the little princess would come to visit once she got better." Christian frowned. "When did my daughter have surgery? How come I didn't know?" He paused as if something had just clicked. "Sam, the one who had surgery on the 8th wasn't my daughter."

He barely registered the commotion nearby until a voice sliced through his delirium: "Sort casualties by severity—Redirect stage 3 hypothermia to Zone B!" Sophia. She stood twenty feet away, directing triage in fluent German, her parka hood dusted with snow. Alive. Alive. James staggered toward her, his pulse roaring in his ears. A figure stepped into his path—a tall researcher with a Scandinavian accent. "Ms. Moretti is occupied," the man said, gripping James’ arm. "Identify yourself." James wrenched free, but the movement sent him crashing to his knees. "Sophia!" Her head snapped up. For a heartbeat, their eyes locked across the chaos—her gaze widening in recognition, then hardening like g

Hesitantly, I called out Madison's name. However, that long neck and strange head showed no reaction whatsoever. I shifted my gaze to Evan, who was beside Madison. A wet patch had spread beneath him, and he had already fainted from the shock. The eerie silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity before someone nervously spoke up.

Lost in thought, I didn't see the speeding car coming straight at me. I froze on the spot and shut my eyes, bracing for the worst.

“So, are you seeing anyone?” The question hit like a dart to the forehead. I knew it was coming, of course—it always did—but somehow, I never managed to dodge it. “No, Mom. I’m not seeing anyone,” I said, reaching for my water in a desperate attempt to seem nonchalant. She leaned forward, her eyes narrowing like a hawk spotting prey. “Why not? You’re not getting any younger, you know.” “Because,” I said, gritting my teeth, “I just got out of a relationship.”

It seemed reality was even more outlandish than a dream. Wilson's expression was frosty as he looked at the rosary Belinda wore. About seven years ago, when he'd just joined the special forces, he'd been heavily injured after being ambushed by the enemy during a mission. A 13-year-old girl had saved him, but he had no idea what she looked like. He'd jumped off a cliff while fleeing from the enemy, damaging his nervous system after hitting his head. He'd temporarily lost his vision. And so, he'd been unable to see at the time. He'd also been slipping in and out of consciousness. Staying awake had already taken all his strength.

The break didn't last long, and before I knew it, I was back at college. But not even two weeks in, I saw Nathan again, standing outside the campus gates. He looked pale and tired, as if he hadn't been sleeping. When he saw me, his eyes lit up. "Mavis!" I almost pretended not to hear him, but he called out so loudly that I couldn't ignore it. I sighed. "What are you doing here?" "I… I just wanted to see how you're doing." I smiled, trying to keep it light. "I'm doing great. Made lots of new friends here."