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

21st Century New York Present Time The biggest truth of our universe. An occurrence running with a constant rhythm. An entity that never gets old or young. Eternal. It is always there, watching, acknowledging, recording. A sign of the lord’s presence. His message is loud and clear, keep walking because even if you stop time won’t. It will run with the same cadence as it was running eons ago. The most valuable contrivance of a man’s life. Seasons will come and go but the time we’ve lost will never repeat. It’s like that arrow of a bow that never returns, the bitterness of a tongue which cannot be taken back.

My boyfriend Noah Carter and I had a plan: turn our college's fourteen-day outdoor orientation into a fourteen-episode documentary series about us. For the eleventh time, Noah left me alone on the training field. His childhood friend Claire Moore had called him in tears, saying she'd been vomiting and was lying in the camp clinic alone and scared. Waiting for him to come back, I missed the camp's only sunset team drill and the closing long take I'd spent two weeks preparing. That evening, he sent me a photo. Claire sat in a dessert shop outside camp, a smoothie and a slice of strawberry cake in front of her, cheeks pink and looking happier than anyone else in the place. Noah texted back: "Th

Inside me, the future continues to move like an animal I can’t let out. A kiss that has not happened yet burns on my mouth. A ring I have not worn yet feels heavy on my finger. A child’s laugh I have not heard yet echoes in the hollow place behind my ribs. Time is eternal. So it can afford to tease. It can afford to show us a life and dare us to ruin ourselves trying to claim it. I stare into the fire and decide something quietly, with no words at all. I will not be baited into desperation. If the future is real, it will come honestly.

"Our engagement party is going to be bigger than anything you saw tonight." There it was again: next time. For ten years I'd followed him, from a little border town all the way to the Sinclair estate, surviving one hail of bullets after another and collecting more scars than I could count. And all I ever got in return was next time. I looked up at him and said, quietly, "But I can't wait for next time." His brow creased. "My father is very sick." "I want him to see my happiness for himself, within the week. So he won't have any regrets."

until the end of time episode 4 Slowly Fransis got out of bed, he walked around and stood right behind his wife. Sonia was shocked when the man began to wrap his sturdy arms around her slim waist, her head rested on the chest of the man who was considered her sister-in-law, her ears could hear her heartbeat, she wanted to get out of this situation, her husband was in the hospital now, but she was making out with her sister-in-law, at least that's what she thought, she did not know that they were exchanging identities.

So, instead, I chose to walk away quietly and with dignity. When we returned to the bedroom, my legs were too weak to walk, so Lucien massaged them. “Tomorrow’s the ten-year reunion at Lycan University. Summer is going, too. I know you don’t like her, so maybe you should sit this one out. I have to go because I’m still the alumni president, but I’ll be back soon, I promise,” he said. He knew how I felt about Summer, yet he was still going. That alone told me where his heart really was.

Something has been set in motion that will not be undone. For the first time since the world learned how to end, I do not know what comes next. And that should unsettle me more than it

Nobody dared to formulate the math. Finally, the End spoke, its deep, featureless voice vibrating through the bedrock of existence. THERE WILL BE NO FUTURE. The heavy words echoed across every mind in eternity. NO PAST. The stars dimmed further, their radiance choking. NO CREATION. Aurora felt an icy chill grip her soul. This was not destruction. It was not the violent tearing down of what had been built; it was cancellation. It was the complete, retroactive erasure of reality, as if existence itself had never happened.

“Because it doesn’t mean anything, Anna. They’re from so long ago.” Anna pursed her lips, but I could see the wheels spinning in her head. “Okay, fine. But it’s still somewhat poetic, don’t you think?” I shot her a look. “Enough with the poetry.” “You’re Going to Have to Deal with It Eventually” After a brief pause, Anna nudged me with her foot. “So. What’s next?” I groaned. “Can we just enjoy the moment without trying to analyze the future?” “Nope.” “Anna.”

Sabrina, you'll come back like this too, won't you? There were so many things coming through to me that I did not even notice the tissue box was strange. When the system rebooted, it told me it could not erase my memories. [Liam's obsession with the host is at Level 99. Memory wipe is not possible.] I scowled, annoyed, thinking that this was like a bad dream that would not end. [People from other worlds can't break through the barrier, can they?] The system had promised that before. Now, it was clear the system was a mess and not to be trusted.