The Day After Tomorrow Book Novels & Stories

I dragged myself forward with my broken leg while gathering the children's belongings, speaking softly to them. "Nate, make sure you look after Cece when you're up there. Have fun with all the superhero figures and teddy bears over there." That day, Lionel Brooks was about to leave with Fiona Smith and her child. In the rubble, my son, Nate Brooks, lay with a steel beam piercing his small chest, blood dripping. He looked at me and asked, "Mommy, will Daddy come back soon?"

Tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow is the day where two clans will fight life and death, defending the honor of their group even if it costs them life and blood. And this morning, Angel chose to be a normal human being, at least he wanted to spend time happily with his mother. Because no one knows what will happen tomorrow, whether he will live or die. "Mom, let's go!" Mrs. Matthew frowned. "Mommy is off today." "Therefore, I want to take mommy for a walk today."

I get up from the armchair, glancing at Vlad. “I'm going to look for more books.” Vlad nods in agreement. I enter the section of contemporary erotic novels, coming across an endless aisle of books with every theme that could exist. I pick up one named: My Hot Neighbor from the Gym. And I focus on reading, being amazed by the depravity and loving every page I read. I see Vlad approaching and quickly grab a self-help book that was in the middle of the shelf, titled: Tomorrow Will Come Soon and put it underneath, disguising it.

"Darling, things are a little hectic at work today. I won't be coming home tonight. Tomorrow's our anniversary, and I made a reservation for a candlelight dinner at Palmette House. Let's bring Crispin and enjoy the evening together," Edgar Snider's voice came through the phone, warm and gravelly. I listened absentmindedly as I tapped open Winifred Clayton's chat on WhatsApp. Just an hour ago, she had sent me a video—she and Edgar, tangled up in each other's arms, kissing like they couldn't bear to part.

Joanne's POV After putting my son, Theo Galloway, to sleep, I tap into my phone and book the next flight back to Cloudingham. Unfortunately, it was peak season, and the next available flight was only in seven days. I stared at the date on the screen and found myself blanking out. February 14 was Valentine's Day and also the seventh anniversary of my engagement to my fiance, Nathan Galloway. It seemed like fate played a hand in me this time.

"Tomorrow, I was thinking…" "Tomorrow can wait," I interrupted, pointing toward the gate. "I'm done for the night. Good night, my probationary boyfriend." Without waiting for him to respond, I walked into the complex. I didn't look back, but I felt his gaze linger until I turned the corner into the building. Back home, I leaned against the door, yet my heart was still racing uncontrollably. My phone buzzed. It was a message from Yoel, still saved under the contact name "Mr. Y".

The moment I opened the door back home and saw Olivia, the weight in my chest finally settled. Olivia's eyes lit up instantly. She trotted toward me and wrapped her arms around mine. "Mommy, what brings you home so early?" I wrapped my arms around Olivia, stroking her soft hair. According to the Dezarae from three years in the future, Olivia would fall from a building in three hours' time. Just to be safe, I had to bring Olivia around with me the whole time. "Liv, come to work with me today, okay? I'll buy a strawberry cake for you."

But his eyes are burning. And the front of his jeans is straining, thick and obvious. He straightens slowly, like it costs him something. His voice is barely above a whisper when he speaks again. “Tomorrow,” he says. “We’re not done.” Then he turns and walks out, leaving the door wide open behind him. I lie there, heart still racing, thighs slick, tasting copper where I bit my lip. Tomorrow. The word settles low in my belly like a promise. And I smile into the dark.

Clearly, she still did not understand. I wasn't asking for permission. It wasn't a request—it was the ultimatum. Once the noise outside faded, I picked up my phone and glanced at the screen. A new text message had just come in. My plane ticket had been successfully booked. Departure time: tomorrow afternoon. There were still more than ten hours left before the flight, but the airport was at least a four-hour drive from the base. Ignoring my exhausted body, I quickly grabbed my suitcase and headed out.

I just lie there, in the dark, watching her breathe. Tomorrow, I meet Adrian. Tomorrow, I will learn the rest of the truth. But tonight — tonight, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. With her. In the dark. Trying not to be afraid. End of Chapter 86