Next Time There Won't Be A Next Time Novels & Stories

The pain was excruciating and no matter how sweet he is at this time, I know he will hurt me and destroy my future. "Can we, at least, be friends?" I sneered but I couldn't help staring at him. For more than thirty years, I have never forgotten his handsome face, his eyes, and the smile that swept my feet away. As my mind was determined to change my future, my heart is begging me to take another shot. Hoping it might change now. I guess this is the irony of time traveling. No matter how you change your future, the effect would still be the same. My heart is falling for him again. But then, I remember what the homeless guy told me.

And the next after that. Until forever. (The End)

Hey readers I know I'm not giving proper updates to this book. I am extremely sorry about it. I have been quite busy because of my studies, and I have to wrap up my other story, "Love Me Again." The story has few chapters left, and then I'll continue another book in it with the story of next generation. So, I am focusing more on it as it's about to end. Soon, I'll come up with new chapters for Beyond The Time.

Grandpa Holston choked as he patted Daniel’s hand affectionately “You are still breathing….and that’s all that matters. You have the rest of your life, live it well.” “Don’t stay stuck in the past…” Grandpa Holston’s voice seemed to have aged considerably in the last 4 weeks “The past has left our grasp, trying to hold on to it, is as foolish as trying to hold air.” “The present is all we have…” Grandpa sighed “Although the future is also beyond our grasp, the present will get us closer to the future… live your today, preparing for your tomorrow rather than chasing the past that is no longer yours.” “Grandpa, I….” Daniel opened his mouth to argue but was silenced by Grandpa Holston’s next wo

"We can never be fixed again. Never." _____________________________________ Next will be up as soon as I will get free. w n

Not now. Not ever!

Not by anyone. Not this time.

My heart fluttered at the sound, but I pretended not to hear it and continued walking toward the sunlit road. If there was a next life, I never wanted to see Shawn again.

Not now. Never.