Novel & Cerita This Time Tomorrow: A Novel

The Night Before. We lay in bed in the darkness, not sleeping, just existing in the space between now and tomorrow. Tomorrow, when we’d drive to the Hamptons. Tomorrow, when we’d walk into Alexei’s home. Tomorrow, when everything would either work or end. Adrian’s arm was around me, his heartbeat steady against my back, but I could feel the tension in his body, coiled tight like a spring wound to breaking. “If this goes wrong—” he started. “It won’t.”

Another message came almost instantly. James: Tomorrow? Same place. I promise fewer dramatic interruptions. Can’t guarantee better cake, though. Tomorrow. The word lingered. Tomorrow meant facing this house again in the morning. Facing Clara. Facing Liam. My stomach twisted. But it also meant something else. A line drawn. A choice made. Tomorrow works, I replied. This time, when I set the phone down, I didn’t feel quite as hollow. --- Sleep didn’t come easily. When it did, it was restless, fragmented—memories and images bleeding into one another. Liam’s face, etched with pain. Clara’s quiet, commanding presence. That kiss. Always that kiss, replaying in cruel, perfect clarity.

” He shot back and left. Outside Asher was trying to process the information that he had received, there was no storm on his side. The sky was clear aside from the brief moment it turned green. Asher dragged a half down his face as he sped walked towards the park. He paused with sudden realization, the timing of it all was odd, why had he never questioned it? The weird things only happened around one in the morning but when he checked his phone it was three am. What exactly happened in those two hours? Did he forget? Or did his own time just run differently? He had so many questions and zero answers.

Hey readers I know I'm not giving proper updates to this book. I am extremely sorry about it. I have been quite busy because of my studies, and I have to wrap up my other story, "Love Me Again." The story has few chapters left, and then I'll continue another book in it with the story of next generation. So, I am focusing more on it as it's about to end. Soon, I'll come up with new chapters for Beyond The Time.

She misses them so much. Clara decided to stay at home today. The last few days have been a roller coaster of emotions coupled with work. Today, she was going to take a break and breathe. At least, that's what the girls said. She was doing some cleaning whether phone rang. On checking the Caller ID and it was Aiden. Clara was beyond surprised, and for whatever reason, her heart began to thud heavily. She wiped my hands dry and picked up the call. His deep, husky voice sent her already fast-beating heart into overdrive.

And now, for the first time in longer than I could remember, the future felt bright. I fell asleep with a smile on my face, dreaming of tomorrow and all the tomorrows that would come after. THE END

I went downstairs to empty the trash can. It was then that I noticed a global limited-edition Lamborghini parked in the corner of the street and shaking viciously. I wasn't the least bit surprised. Calmly, I whipped out my phone and took a recording of the entire process inside before sending the video straight to the biggest tabloid news agency in the world. "I want the whole world to have watched this video by 7:00 pm tomorrow," I said. In my last life, Selena Bloomberg, the orphan I'd taken pity on and brought home with me, had usurped and stolen my identity as the rightful heiress to the Bloomberg family.

A wild wind stirred up the waves, and they lunged at the ship once more. I, Leah Dursley, clutched my stomach and clung firmly to my seat, too afraid to move. The storm crashed its way inside through the shattered windows. The familiar scene of chaos in front of me made me shudder involuntarily. I had been reborn, and not only that, I had been reborn at this critical moment. The security officer of Michael Yates stumbled toward me, holding the last life jacket. "Wear this, Mrs. Yates! Hurry!"

I feel it in my bones. But tonight? Tonight was just a good distraction. And tomorrow? Tomorrow is the guardian election. Let the games begin.

-It’s wonderful, it’s so exciting and beautiful, said the princess in a moved voice. - Eeee, but that’s not all. Tomorrow is the deadline of 100 years, when a cake must be made again by a pure soul to be equally happy for the next 100 years. Guess who should make the cookie.... you, just you. Only you can do it. Didn’t you notice how rigid the protocols become, how your mom gets a little cruel, your sisters aren’t young or old... Time is running out for us, let’s hurry up. Doors open. Big cave, vaults are lost in the distance. Everything glows like a jewel.