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

At least, that’s what I hoped it was. The list had started off in quite a tempting manner but by the end, I’m not sure creaming yourself over the idea of ripping people apart was a winning sales strategy. “I like your ideas, plenty for me to think about. Why don’t we go back to our respective corners, have a think about it, and I’ll be in touch?” “Time, Colin, it is such a nebulous thing. Even here, where nothing changes, it is impossible to prevent the universes continuing their inexorable journey towards the end. A few billion years is all we have left... no time for dilly-dallying.”

I tried to fit in where I never truly had a place. But this time? This time, I’ll remember. This isn’t my world. It never was. I’m just here to observe. To walk through. And eventually, to leave. I’ll never stay.

Fortunately, the person failed to capture her error, and then he continued, "Since you say that I shouldn't give up all the fish in the sea, would you be willing to be my fish?" She stammered. "Er.... I mean...." "Forget I said that. Snow, thank you for accompanying me to talk on the phone. Other than you, I don't know who I can speak to in this way. I'm tired of having to put on a pretence in front of everybody." She was overwhelmed by sympathy for this person whom she had no idea how he looked like, and then his next words hit her unexpectedly like a stone falling out of nowhere. "I have an upcoming corporate event next month to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. Do you mind being my date?

Like dewdrops on a leaf, her eyes were shiny from tears that wouldn't fall. He looked across the room and saw Alice's eyes again. They both knew something from that look, even though they didn't say a word. They were on the edge of a very high cliff. Very soon, they would have to choose whether to go back to their safe homes or jump into the unknown together. The wall clock struck twelve. The silent sound filled the dining room, which was now empty. Like sand in a sieve, time was running out. It was getting darker and darker where their secret lay. What were the next few days going to bring? Time would tell.

She couldn't do that to them. Finley, though? He was done. Some disappointments cut so deep, they leave nothing behind—not even hope. And no matter what he said, she'd never believe him again.

I took a deep breath, the air filled with the scent of coffee and freedom. "I was thinking that I used to believe love was everything in life." I squeezed Leo's hand, looking at the light glinting off my ring. "But the truth is, nothing waits for you forever. Especially a love that you strangled with your own hands." Luckily, when one door to darkness closes, life often opens a window to the light. "Let's go, Leo. We're going to be late." "Late for what?" "For embracing our future."

And I close my eyes feel the road rumble under me. This isn't over. It's just beginning. And next time... Someone won't walk away.

"I ordered your favorite soft pink wedding dress. After surgery, the designer will take your measurements. At our wedding, you'll be the most beautiful bride." I smiled and touched his face. This was my farewell. Tears streamed down my face, and a silent thought echoed. "Ethan, there won't be a wedding for us." As the doors to the operating theater closed, I kept my gaze fixed on the three people I loved most; I wanted to commit their faces to memory. Once these doors closed, I knew I would never see them again. As anesthesia dulled my senses, the world around me faded away. My death was declared at precisely 10:00 pm, as indicated by the wall clock.

She could never have imagined this peaceful ending. Wendy leaned forward eagerly, eyes wide with anticipation. "And then? What happened next?" I exchanged a smile with Jeffrey. "And then… we had the three of you little rascals." The night breeze carried the scent of gardenias through the air. At that moment, every scar from the past finally dissolved into nothing.

"Everything you owe Ansel and me from the last life, you will repay in this one. Every last bit of it." Stellan closed his eyes. Tears slid down his face without a sound. I did not spare him another glance. I turned and walked out. From that day on, Stellan stopped cursing me. He grew quiet. He spent his time remembering and repeating the words, "I'm sorry" over and over again. Still, what good was an apology? In the last life, Ansel and I died. In this life, the debt he owed had to be paid. As for Vivienne, after her title was stripped, she was locked in another cell in the dungeon. She came to her senses far more quickly than Stellan did, because she had never taken the death-feigning poti