No More Yesterdays Novels & Stories

Italvia. The second Ian heard it, a jolt of relief slammed through him. He moved fast toward the door—then froze. Not yet. He couldn't go. Not now. "There's still seats to Italvia. Want us to book the next flight?" He hesitated. "No. I've got things to finish first." The line went dead. Ian stood in the courtyard, alone. Overnight, fall had vanished. Winter hit like a slap. His clothes were too thin.

On my seventh day in Snowcall, one of my friends, Lucas Freeman, called me out of the blue. "Miranda, when are you coming back?" "I'm not planning to anytime soon," I replied. "Norton's birthday is next week. You're not going to come celebrate?" "I'll pass, but I'll send something." The conversation went quiet, and I could hear Lucas awkwardly passing the phone to someone else. "Maybe you should try talking to Miranda. She usually listens to you," he said.

She snapped and I was expecting it anyway. "I'm sorry rei…" I stood up out of breath and hung my phone to a tripod. “ Yesterday was the day of my life.” " Everyday is the worst of your life Liana..you say this everytime." " Yesterday was exceptional" "Yeah... I saw you on the news....again with Rihanna." “She's a bitch…” I snapped stretching my bones. "You know I'm taking the next flight back to New York… so we will talk about this when I get back." “Alright…”

Whatever faint hope I'd been clinging to—died that night. I sent my formal reply to Cyrus. Short. Clean. Like the cut I'd finally decided to make. I've made up my mind. I'm joining the North.

The sixth time photos of him cheating surfaced, Leander Prescott snatched the knife from my hand and brought it down hard. Stroke by stroke, he carved the name "Seraphina Vale" into his thigh. "Happy now? Can you leave Celeste alone?" I stood frozen, staring at him as if I suddenly didn't recognize the man in front of me. For ten years, we had tortured each other over Leander's infidelity. Every time he crossed the line, I carved my name into his flesh. Wrist-cutting, kidnapping, even hanging Celeste Waverly from a helicopter to threaten her—every scar on his body had a bloody story behind it. He had never been this calm. … Seeing the confusion in my eyes, a flicker of tenderness pa

I close my eyes. I think: tomorrow is going to have HR in it. Tomorrow is going to have PR in it. Tomorrow is going to have my mother calling me in it, and Sophie is yelling at me in it, and the entire world has opinions in it. Tomorrow is going to be loud. Tomorrow is going to be the kind of loud that the world has been for four days, and the kind of loud that the world is going to be for a long time.

I thought it was absolutely ridiculous. "Are you both insane? Whatever feelings I had for you—you crushed them yourselves. Don't talk about forgiveness. Don't talk about getting back together. It's never going to happen. Get that through your heads!" I didn't hesitate—I slapped each of them across the face. "Those heirlooms are your problem. Throw them away for all I care." They froze for a moment. I said to them one last time: "Logan, Derek. Don't come looking for me again. I've moved on. You're just people I used to know. I might end up with someone else—but that someone will never be either of you."

During a company team-building event, we held a trust fall activity. I stood on the platform with my back to Matthew Walter, my girlfriend's male assistant. My girlfriend, the CEO, held a megaphone and announced, "If you fail to catch someone, that means you don't trust your team." The first time, Matthew failed to catch me, and I slammed into the ground. My girlfriend, Jessica Homer, made excuses for him. "Calum, you're too heavy. Matthew isn't strong enough, so it's understandable." The second time, Matthew failed to catch me again. Jessica snapped impatiently, "Your expression was too serious. You scared Matthew." On the third attempt, I asked to catch him instead. Although I caugh

There was relief in that smile, and gratitude, but also the fierce exhilaration of someone who had finally broken free. "Xenia Wells. Is your dream still alive?" I smiled back. "Evermore." The light vanished, and silence returned to the office. Yale, my future self, the two boys, even the rift in time itself were gone without a trace. The old phone's screen went dark again, and this time, it never came back on. I drove to the coast alone.

he asked persisting . "Am okay" Happy New year in advance guys. Am sorry for yesterday. Next episode drop now. Who is ready for fun. Am coming, lemme go brush my teeth 🤣🤣🤣🙄🙄🤣