The Day After Tomorrow Book Novels & Stories

“What’s Ben got this time?” “2067 G wagon.” he replied between chewing, crumpling the burrito wrapper. “That was delicious, thank you. I’m gonna change then we’ll head out.” He kissed Emma and went back to his bedroom. Lucas kept a meticulously clean apartment. It was well decorated with beautiful pieces of furniture, that complimented each other well, and abstract yet gorgeous paintings and sculptures. The sun, still on a steady rise, only made the apartment feel more beautiful and alive. Lucas admired this beauty on many mornings, sometimes with Emma and sometimes without, but that beauty left his mind this morning when the holo-screen buzzed.

It was rumored that it was the place where true mates during ancient times would travel to together. As for my wolf, I knew she hadn't disappeared or been sealed away. She was just temporarily in a deep sleep. I continued to study and do experiments, and my days were mundane and uneventful. However, occasionally during experiments, I would feel a sudden pain in my chest. Tears would slide down my cheeks and drip off my chin. I shook my head briskly and continued working. Since I had forgotten it all, it didn't matter. … 21 days later, my phone suddenly began vibrating wildly.

And tomorrow, everything would change.

The moment I finished tidying up the house, the system's notification chimed. "Fran, you'll be going home in five days," it said. Tears began streaming down my cheeks again. I forced a smile and whispered, "Alright... Thank you." For a second, I thought I heard the system sigh. The next thing I knew, my ears were filled with the sound of fireworks going off. Elijah had lit them up outside for Abigail. I took a deep breath, turned around, and gathered all my belongings—wedding photos included. I then crouched in a tight corner of the garden and burned all that junk in a heap.

Before dinner, I went to his office to find him. Dante had left his car unlocked in the private garage, and when I opened the passenger door, a cream-colored folder slid out from the glove compartment. At first, I thought it was mine. Then I saw the name on the first page. Serena De Luca. Pregnancy confirmation. Twelve weeks. My fingers tightened around the paper until the edges bent.

“September 2, 2014. Those people really came to my door. They said my parents were killed by their enemies, and to protect my safety, they wanted to take me away. I told the FBI about this matter, and they said that if I were willing, I could inherit my father’s position and continue working undercover.” “November 3, 2014. It was Chloe’s birthday, and everyone drank a lot. When I woke up, I found Frank sleeping next to me. Chloe then brought Greg along to catch us in the act. Greg told me to explain myself, but I admitted that I didn’t love him anymore. I said it because I knew Chloe had a crush on him for a very long time, and I had inherited my father’s position, meaning I was about to lea

I wish you peace, happiness, and a future without limits. I stared at the screen, my eyes growing warm. I didn't know what that little app had really been—maybe a version of myself from another timeline, maybe the last mercy the universe had decided to give me. I typed two words and hit send. [Thank you.] A gust of night wind swept past. The text thread flickered into a jumble of code and vanished from my phone entirely—as if it had never existed. I lifted my head, looked at Ed, looked at this beautiful, vibrant city, looked at the dazzling future stretching out before me.

The air still smelled faintly sweet. Everything was there. Only I was not. Noah heard them come in and turned over in his sleep, mumbling, "Lily," before sinking back down. I floated to his bed and tried to tuck in his blanket. My hand passed through it. Mom set down my suitcase and opened my bedroom door. The room was exactly as I had left it. The comforter folded neatly. The unfinished homework on the desk. The little plant on the windowsill with a tiny new sprout.

"You're looking at me weird. Do I have something on my face?" I shook my head. My emotions were churning violently, but I forced them to stay in check. The moment she was out of earshot, I pulled a pen out of the bag and wrote something on a piece of paper. … Two hours later, everything I'd written was gone. I tried the other pen, only for it to end up showing the same thing. This wasn't something I had seen coming. I couldn't believe that Zoe had truly given me disappearing ink pens. That could only mean everything my future self said was true.

The next morning... I woke with only one thought. Tomorrow. It seemed absurd that a single word could occupy so much space in my mind. Tomorrow, Alpha Adrian Ashbourne would arrive. Tomorrow, another Alpha would form his own opinion of Blackwood's new Luna. Tomorrow... The title I'd accepted only days ago would begin to feel real. After dressing, I made my way downstairs. The estate was already awake. Footsteps echoed through the hallways. Fresh flowers were being arranged in polished vases.