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

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.

“Somehow that scene stuck in my head, and I have always wanted to go there.” Abbey’s lips curled up again in a corner although she feigned regret “Then we have to postpone the trip to a few years later.” She patted his back pacifyingly as she said “Next year we will plan somewhere else.” Night Wing wrinkled his brows and looked at Abbey in confusion. “We have to wait till you find the lady to share the whisky with before we can recreate the scene in your head.” Abbey laughed loudly. Night Wing ""

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. Not ever again.

" I couldn't blame Celeste for saying this. Ever since marrying Shane, I had gradually distanced myself from my former social circles. Whenever my friends asked me out, I would always say, "Next time." It's been a long time since I painted. An unfinished painting on my easel has gathered a thick layer of dust, and I haven't visited my favorite bookstore since getting married. I downed my drink in one gulp. "Yes. I can bear it now." Since they were able to leave me behind, I would do the same to them. At three in the morning, I went home, smelling heavily of alcohol.

into the wooden beam inside, underlining it with a single, firm word: Always. “From today on, Elena, this treehouse is our secret base. My heart will be exactly like this place—forever open only to you.” “Really? Then you have to promise there will never be anyone else.” “I promise.” Suddenly, a hand gripped my shoulder from behind. I turned my head. Marco was looking down at me, his eyes carrying that familiar warmth. For a split second, I felt a wave of disorientation. "Why did you just walk off by yourself? We agreed to go to Paris next week. You've lost quite a bit of weight recently; your measurements will definitely need to be retaken."

"You used to do it too." I turn around then, because I need him to see my face when I say the next part. "Don't do that. Don't reach back and pull things out of before. We're not before. We're now. This is now and this is what it is and there is no room in it for nostalgia." He looks at me for a long moment. "Okay," he says. He means it. I can tell he means it and somehow that doesn't help. "Same time tomorrow," I say. "Seven AM."

Next time, it will no longer be war. It will be the beginning of your education. And I can't wait. ---

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What on earth is going on,why couldn't he always have his way with her before she disappears again? The last time she disappeared, she went missing for a few years. If she takes that decision again, she might be gone for a decade this time. And she would return with a different gender and identity this time. She disappeared as Isabella Manor and returned as Fiona Johnson. Now that she disappeared as Fiona Johnson, she might return as Williams Stone. The thing that interests her to disappear and reappear, he just don't know. But then, a message popped up on Jeniva's phone. He glanced at it and looked away. But maybe impulse,he took the phone and read the sentence “Almost,but hard to penetrate