The Day After Tomorrow Novels & Stories

In the mafia’s mansion….. WAKE UP. IT IS NINE IN THE MORNING; screamed a robotic voice from the device placed on the nightstand. After receiving no command to stop, the device repeated the same phrase at a higher volume. But this time, a giant muscular hand landed on the device, switching it off. And that was it. A slight movement of hands putting the alarm off, and the mafia was wide awake. Giving a light stretch to his body on the bed, he moved the duvet off his body and was soon standing on the floor, stretching his knuckles, neck, and arms, cracking all the walls of laziness in his body.

"Tomorrow will be simple. No big production, no performance for hundreds of people who do not actually know us. Just this—the people who matter, in a place that matters, making promises we actually intend to keep." "To tomorrow," Sarah called out. "To tomorrow," the room responded. We ate and laughed and stayed too late. When we finally left, around eleven, I felt ready. Tomorrow I would marry Alex in a motel courtyard. Tomorrow we would make promises we had broken before but were ready to keep now. Tomorrow felt exactly right.

“Let’s move on from it, right? Focus on the future.” “On the future,” I say, looking out at sea and admiring the way the sunlight dances across the water. “Which, apparently starts tomorrow.” “Tomorrow it starts,” Jerome confirms, nodding. “But the next day? That’s the big one.”

“It’s tomorrow! It’s tomorrow, Stacy!” Gina shouts while shaking Stacy who was still asleep. “Arghhh Gina! What’s tomorrow, why are you disturbing my sleep for goodness' sake!?” Stacy yelled pushing Gina off the bed and sitting up angrily. “Stacy!!!” “What! What! What is it Aegina!” “Tomorrow is the banquet!” “Do not tell me...that you woke me up, by 7 am on my once in a lifetime free day to tell me about something that’s happening tomorrow!? Oh Gina!”

Tomorrow I walk into the lion’s den. Tomorrow everything changes. But tonight— Tonight we hold each other. And pretend the world outside this bed doesn’t exist.

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No one else could look into the eyes of someone who tried to unmake them and smile. My phone buzzed again. Jaime: Tomorrow work for you? Same time we used to get our coffee after court days? Of course she picked that spot. Of course she wanted to wrap this in nostalgia. I typed back slowly. Yeah. Tomorrow’s fine. I looked at Dominic. “This ends tomorrow.” He nodded. “One way or another.”

“Walk down that aisle tomorrow with my cum inside you. Let it drip down your thighs while you promise forever.” I’m too wrecked to speak. I just nod, thighs trembling. He dresses slowly, every movement reluctant. At the door he pauses, looks back at me sprawled naked and dripping. “Aria.” “Yeah?” “Tomorrow isn’t the wedding.” I blink, dazed. “Tonight was.” Then he’s gone. I lie there in the dark, body humming, heart pounding, pussy still fluttering around the memory of him. Tomorrow I marry Dante Ashford. And every step I take toward him will be made with his cum sliding down my thighs and the truth burning in my chest:

Shutting her eyes, she reached out to the wall and… couldn’t touch it. She stumbled and fell on the ground, moving further than she was supposed to. The wall was supposed to be there. She ought to have fallen against the wall, but she tumbled farther onto the road. Leaden footsteps sounded down the street as she picked herself up from the ground. She turned back to see the wall that she had fallen through and touched her body to make sure she was still fine. Then she pinched herself. Nothing happened. This was happening. KEEP UP! She hurried after the leaden steps, running through the streets late at night, only realizing now that she had spent the whole day at the museum after killing the p

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***