The Day After Tomorrow Novels & Stories

The man before him was a version of Seth from the future, a version that had seen more pain and suffering than Seth could ever imagine. “Where did you come from?” Seth asked, his voice trembling. “I’ve been here, waiting for you,” the future Seth said, his voice hoarse. “You’re me from the past. I’m the future that awaits you if you don’t stop looking for Tamera.” Seth stood frozen, the words sinking in. His heart skipped a beat as the future Seth turned slowly, showing him the wreckage. It was as if the destruction of the world itself had become his future, the very land they stood on a testament to failure.

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.

"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".

He snapped, "Owes you? Who the hell owes you anything? What kind of mother are you?" The heavy thuds were enough to make anyone's blood run cold, yet Dad no longer spoke up. Ms. Lewis sensed something was wrong and quickly called an ambulance and the police. With his final strength, Dad said, "If you're going to hit someone, let it be Frank and me. Just don't hurt my sweetheart—" Then he stopped breathing. … Three days later, the police asked me to identify Dad's body as his next of kin. Since that night, Mom had completely lost her mind and was placed in a psychiatric facility.

The audio on the tablet kept playing. It clearly captured Susan ordering Ms. Thompson to feed Lucas “poisoned milk powder”. “Don’t let him live too long. After some time has passed, when no one’s asking, just say he got an infection and died. The manager stood on the side, fumbling to end the livestream. But she was stopped by Sam. “Ms. Thompson, don't rush to turn off the livestream. Let everyone see it. Let others see how you and Susan swap out Lucas and plan to kill him.”

Nothing remained. No blood. No broken pieces. No sign that only hours earlier, a little girl had flown through the air and fallen there. Only the streetlight still shone, its yellow glow falling across the empty crosswalk. Dad stared at that patch of road for a long time. "Let's go," Mom said softly. Dad came back to himself and started the car again. When they got home, everything was exactly as it had been. The two Barbie dolls, one new and one cracked, still sat on the coffee table. Beside them was the cake box that no one had put away, and the slice of strawberry cake left for me. The air still smelled faintly sweet.

Rhett was holding up a glass of juice, asking if she was thirsty. Me? Zane took my hand and led me onto the stage. Mr. Jordan took the microphone again. "Tonight isn't just a welcome home party for my son Zane." "It's also to officially introduce his fiancée—Freya Corleone, heiress of the family." "Save the date—eighth of next month. Drinks are on us." Thunderous applause. A wave of congratulations. From the food area came a sharp crash—a plate and a glass shattering at once, followed by a yelp as Daisy got splashed on the foot.

Meave... "It's been two days and you haven't spoken a word to us. What happened?" I hear Katie say but I don't say anything. I simply turn away from her facing the wall. All curled up underneath the duvet. "Meave." She calls out but I don't reply. She trys again and gets no reply from me. "The blood moon is tonight. You should get ready." She tells me and left. I know that. I also know that I've been lied to and now I cannot trust anyone. Not Katie and most definitely not Fiona. She doesn't deserve to be called Grandma.

~BECAUSE I LOVE YO SO MUCH MORE THAN JUST TO THE MOON AND BACK~ EARLIER "See you tomorrow." his voice was deep and crisp that the words were no less then a command and suddenly Avery was not looking forward to whatever that's going to happen tomorrow... NEXT DAY

"Just promise tomorrow. Just promise one more day. Just promise you'll try. That's enough. That's all I need. That's all I ask. One more day. Again. Always. Until we can't. Until we lose. Until forever ends." "Then I promise tomorrow." He holds me tight. "Tomorrow I'll choose you. Tomorrow I'll trust the bond. Tomorrow I'll fight the manipulation. Tomorrow I'll try. That's my promise. Today. For tomorrow. One more day." Midnight comes. He forgets. And I lie awake. Terrified of tomorrow. Terrified of the gamble. Terrified of the day the bond isn't enough. The day the manipulation wins. The day they leave. The day the Absolute finally claims victory.