No More Yesterdays Novels & Stories

For a moment, my mind involuntarily drifted to Jake from seven years ago. He was walking towards me with a muffin, taking big strides. I've somewhat forgotten whether that muffin was actually sweet or not. I only remember the young man's messy hair flying in the wind, his smile bright and radiant. In my reverie, I heard someone calling my name. But this time, I won't turn back. Yesterday's events are like distant mountains. Today, tomorrow, and all the days to come are ahead.

"I'll love you more than yesterday and less than tomorrow." I fell to my knees and groaned as I fought the memories. It had taken a lot for me to stash those memories somewhere I couldn't even access them. I had locked it in my past, scared ever to open it. I had thrown the key away, and she had opened it. She had brought back those memories.

🫣Oooh we done 🤣🤣🤣 Just kidding. We are at the end of many things, like the weekdays. But still far from the end of The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club. we still have Beauty's Breath, then Killers story Guess who Killers girl going to be? I'm going to eat then I'm gonna decide if I will post more or not.... depending on how many likes I get today 😅🤣🤣🤣

The solid floor beneath me felt as if it instantly collapsed and melted, transforming into bottomless, icy, and bone-chilling quicksand. I am being silently and irresistibly swallowed and sunk by this quicksand, falling straight down into an abyss with no light, no echo, and only boundless cold. My world completely plunged into darkness. “Bleiz!” “Quick, call a healer!” ... Overnight, my family produced another new joke. Yesterday, I left my mate behind at the mate bond ceremony, and today I’m desperately trying to get rid of my mate. My room is already a complete mess. I’ve smashed everything that could be smashed to pieces.

Except the future that's waiting. Except the peace we've found. Except the love we've earned. Except the life we deserve. Except the home we've made.

In the rearview mirror, she lay there, shouting something with her mouth wide open, but the sound was quickly swallowed by the traffic behind her. I looked away and opened my tablet, already moving on to the next acquisition case. The "nice" Jennifer of the past three years was gone, no different from those scrapped vans. Now, there was only Jennifer. Jennifer Smith of the Smith Group. Outside, the snow continued to fall, growing heavier by the minute, while inside the car, it was warm and silent, insulated from the world beyond. Nothing in this world had ever come "on the way." One either took control and chose a direction, or was left in the storm, slowly consumed by it.

ISABELLE. William didn’t come back last night. Calls went unanswered and all of the twenty messages I left him were left unread. All I remembered was waiting up while checking my phone. This morning, I woke up feeling worse. I could still hear all of Nina’s worries replaying in my mind. It was also getting harder for me to keep tricking myself. Was everything going to be over in two weeks? Would the engagement just be announced as a fluke? What was William's plan exactly?

Exactly. Jonathan checked manually. Same calendar date. Same year. Same day. Elena stared. “That’s impossible.” Lucas groaned. “Can we ban that word?” Root said: “Then her ‘yesterday’ is not our chronological yesterday.” Sophie looked frustrated. “It was yesterday.” “Relative to your continuity.” “Yes.” “But your continuity may have been inserted into ours.” “No!” “Root,” Elena warned. Root stopped. Sophie shouted: “I REMEMBER GROWING UP!”

"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."

"She is your older sister, and she has always been better. If you had half her talent, you could blow the candles first." I suddenly had no words. Not because I had nothing to say, but because I finally knew they would never understand. Bianca closed her eyes and made her wish. Everyone sang for her. Luca's voice was low and warm. By the time it was my turn, the candles had burned down to short stubs. Luca glanced at them and said, "There are no extra candles. A wish is just a formality. Elena can do it next year." For more than twenty years, it had always been next year. I had never reached that year. Does a child who doesn't shine enough really not deserve to be loved properly, even once?