This Time Tomorrow: A Novel Novels & Stories

My fingers clutched the note so tightly that the paper crinkled in my palm. Tomorrow. My lips curved into a trembling smile, and I closed my eyes, willing sleep to come. Because tomorrow, everything will change.

* I fall asleep with my phone on my chest. Hope blooming in the darkness. Tomorrow, everything changes. Tomorrow, I'll be brave. Tomorrow.

Neither of us speaks for a while. The thread between us — the chosen bond, formed last night, still new enough that I'm aware of it the way you're aware of a recent injury before it becomes simply part of how your body operates — sits steady in the space between us. "Tomorrow," I say. "Tomorrow," he agrees. The stars above the camp. The distant compound, still hours away, holding whatever it's holding — Cael, thirteen years underground; records that recontextualize three centuries; a woman who is awake right now, somewhere in that compound, recalculating everything she thought she had time for.

She murmured. When she was finished, with five minutes to spare, she gathered all the files with one hand and hurled them onto her desk to finish tomorrow. With that, she stood up and trudged out the door, slamming it shut on her way out. Her day was done, and it exhausted her like hell. She sighed, thinking about the new boss. The bus ride took an hour, which gave her enough time to rest her mind and her eyes, waiting for the bus to come while snacking on her savory turkey sandwiches from the subway.

I’m supposed to forgive him to save him. And now, someone else is coming to claim him. A future Luna. My hand presses lightly against my bandaged stomach as I stare out into the darkness. “Tomorrow,” I whisper, the word feeling heavy. Tomorrow changes everything.​

I set the phone down and rested my hand on my belly, an old habit becoming a promise. Outside, the city moved on. Inside, the house held. “Tomorrow,” Luca said. “Tomorrow,” I echoed. And for the first time since the knock on my door weeks ago, tomorrow didn’t feel like a threat. —End Chapter 18

Did he sense something. Did he notice that I wasn't really reading the book? I thought, looking at the book in my hands (My Life Saver by Lilian Finn). What a weird coincidental name for a book. Twenty minutes past eleven p.m. When did time fly so fast? I survived today, tomorrow is going to be another day. "Let's get ready for it." I said, resting my head on my pillow and hugging the book, My Life Saver. ***Day eleven***

It feels full. Sophie murmurs something sleepy and nonsensical. I smile into the dark. This is what healing feels like. Not quiet. Not gentle. But bright and loud and ridiculous. A best friend who turns every moment into a celebration. A new apartment that already echoes with laughter instead of ghosts. I close my eyes. The day wraps around me like a blanket. Tomorrow we’ll finish unpacking. Tomorrow we’ll argue over where to put the cat planter. Tomorrow she’ll probably try to balance cereal on her head. And I can’t wait.

talk to people from all over the world. It was then that he found out that his situation wasn't normal. Over the next two years he learned other languages with the help of some foreign friends he had befriended and became quite fluent. Apparently, he had a knack for languages as he picked them up with little effort. Life continued like this, and he was content. You would think after being treated the way he was, one would develop some sort of a noble goal in life like getting revenge on his uncles and their families or just moving out and living freely but no. Sheng Chen just lived day to day, never made any plans, and never really hated anyone or loved anyone. Even his aunt, who he lat

“Silly Kianna. You are more than what you think you are” Pinching my cheeks he gets back to his work after stealing a kiss from me. This guy… Looking back on my computer, I may seem to not do anything but… there is one thing I am trying to figure out. About that strange thing that happened to me. I mean… it is so unbelievable. Even gadgets such as time travel aren’t something that exists. But… why would that thing happen to me? Even the things that happened in the past that I recreate, in this timeline… it is gone. Like the farm orphanage for example.