The Tomorrow People Season 2 Novels & Stories

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. But tomorrow is also going to have Aiden in it. Tomorrow is going to have Lincoln in it. Tomorrow is going to have the small, quiet, real version of a man in a hoodie, in a kitchen, in a small Silverlake apartment, who is going to text me at 11:14 p.m. and tell me he is alive. Tomorrow is going to have a kiss in a hallway in it. Tomorrow, he is going to have a small grey dog asleep on his back in it. Tomorrow is going to have a candle lit in it. For the first time in months, tomorrow is not something to survive.

The number you have dialed is busy now…" Nathan couldn't wait any longer and immediately drove back to the villa. It was dark and quiet on the streets early at the crack of dawn, with only one little shop in the corner having its lights on. The shop belonged to a husband-and-wife team, and they were selling fresh, made-to-order breakfast sandwiches, with one person manning the griddle and the other assembling the sandwiches. Hot steam rose from the griddle, surrounding the couple in the center of it all, looking like a tangible representation of their everyday life.

How had all his careful schemes collapsed into nothing? Hayley took his crystal cores, took his people, and crushed Tomorrow Base straight into the abyss with ruthless precision. Scott couldn't figure it out. He kept slaughtering zombies while staring at the helicopter disappearing into the distance. Hayley Reid. He burned her name into his memory. "Boss, does this mean Tomorrow Base is finished?" Leonard asked as he piloted the helicopter. Hayley looked down at the people and zombies locked in battle below. "They won't die out, but they won't be a major threat anymore either."

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.

The message underneath read: “Your wife has secrets too. Maybe it’s time everyone’s cards were on the table. See you tomorrow. - Your friendly neighborhood truth-teller” Adrian and I stared at each other, both realizing the same thing at the same time. Tomorrow wasn’t just about exposing us. It was about burning down everything, everyone, all at once.

Fighting back tears, I fixed my gaze on Liam, the one who was supposed to be my biological brother. I then declared defiantly, "You're absolutely right about that. I'm indeed putting on an act! I'm obviously the biological daughter of the Johnson family, so I'm just taking back what's rightfully mine! What does it matter that Tina stole my guaranteed spot at the university? I'm smarter than her, so I'll always be better than her!"

"You've got a busy day tomorrow." Everything went black.

Something containable. Tomorrow they scout. Tomorrow they solve the impossible by breaking it into ugly, heavy, movable pieces. Tomorrow they build.

And by tomorrow, everything would change. ***** LMCD22

"We'll figure out the rest tomorrow." "Okay."