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

Tugging on his shirt, the smaller woman asked. “Because I have nothing to say.” He smiled and remained quiet. “Let’s make a toast.” She squeaked again. “To a future we will most likely never see but will be in control of.” The intimidating man boomed. “To it.” They all replied in unison.

Worried that one day I might forget everything and become just a shell of myself, I had prepared my will and given it to him early. I told him not to struggle against it when the time came. I did not want to end up like Dad and forget everyone. I wanted to leave while my memories were still intact. Ivan stepped forward and pushed away the shouting Theodore from my hospital bed. "Get out! You're not welcome here! Charlotte doesn't want to see you!" Theodore started to argue but stopped when he saw the will in Ivan's hand. The black-and-white document could not be disputed. Theodore fell to his knees with a thud. He begged, "Please, I can cure her. I know I can. Trust me. I can't live without

Ten years had passed, and it turned out Tessa had long forgotten about it. All this time, I was the only one still living in the past. My one-sided devotion only ended with me dying miserably at her hands. I shut my eyes, my fingers trembling. The memories of my last life were burned too deeply into me. Just the thought of them was enough to let fear take over. Tessa's face suddenly went pale with panic. She threw her arms around my neck, her perfume overwhelming my senses.

However, I could not reach him. Corbin had already disappeared down the stairs. All I could hear was the echo of him answering Mabel’s phone call. “Bet. If I lose, I’ll carry you while doing squats.” I stood frozen in place. The silence was heavy. Then, my mother came home and asked me what was wrong. I opened my mouth, but the words would not come. When I finally managed to speak, my voice came out hoarse as I said, “Mom, I don’t want to repeat my senior year anymore.”

"I know you misunderstood me. But what happened because of that misunderstanding—it was real." "What's done is done. You can't undo it. The scars in each person's memory don't fade." "That day in Switzerland was so cold that it finally let me let go of the past." "Zane was the one who helped me move on." "Let's just move forward. Nico, Arlo, Rhett." "We had a beautiful childhood. But from now on, I'm going the way I chose. The way I'm looking forward to." "And I hope—the Nico, Arlo, and Rhett from those childhood days—can wish me well."

I wish I could explain, but time is up, I have to go back. “Believe me or not, wonder if this is a dream or real, but whatever you do, don't get in the boat! I have to go now, hopefully farewell.” I close my eyes, let myself be carried away in the familiar images, and go back to the future. And again, in the future I find out that it failed. *** The Here and Now

And I do not look away. Because whatever comes next— We will not be unprepared again. But deep down— I know the truth. Preparation might not be enough. Because some doors— Once opened— Do not close. They wait.

Matilda Sutton, my wife, and I are on our tenth wedding anniversary trip when the plane suddenly crashes. I hand her the last remaining parachute, only for her to scoff and ask, "What are you up to this time, Tyler?" I feel a sudden ache in my chest, knowing that Matilda has never loved me in our ten years of marriage. She has also seen me play the hero enough times that it doesn't even register anymore. But this time, it's a genuine matter of life and death. I push her out of the door right as flames engulf the cabin. "If there's a next life, I'll leave you alone, Matilda." Consciousness returns. I find that I've returned to the exact moment I'm about to propose to Matilda. I try to st

“I’ll try next time.” Next time. He’s sick… he’s out of town… next time… next time… next time… Eighteen was days away. There would be no next time. Which female had ever worked in the mines to begin with?

I bit back a sob and let the words flow through my mind: Time will bring the real end of our trial One day there'll be no remnants No trace, no residual feelings within ya One day you won't remember me… Your face will be the reason I smile But I will not see what I cannot have forever I'll always love ya, I hope you feel the same