Till We Meet Again Novels & Stories

She shakes her head and raises her hands. "We will meet again after a week. Same place, same time. And next time, don't be late." I turn my back on her and leave the girl behind. For now, she's useless; maybe she'll get more information by the time we meet again. That is unless someone catches her in the dark tonight- all alone and helpless.

*Because when he comes back, we'll be ready. Together. Always together. And maybe... maybe that would be enough to end this once and for all.

He must be crazy because he and I knows that no where in this life and the next would we ever meet again. [A few minutes later] There was already a cab waiting by the time I stepped outside. I got home, showered and scrubbed the motel smell off my skin, then lay back on my bed and stared at the ceiling. “We'll meet again.” I shook my head. What did that even mean? I didn't even his name and he didn't know mine. What happened was nothing but a one night stand. He'd go back to his world and I'd go back to mine.

Surely, we'll get there. The end!!!

So cute. "Be a good boy, and finish your missions, okay? Then, we meet again at the end of the road. Whether you can stop me or not, or whether I can kill you again this time or not."

It’s still as good as wearing nothing since she doesn’t have any underwear on and the dress clings to her damp body like a second skin but this time, I try my hardest to keep my eyes on her face. “Let’s talk here,” she says, settling on the bed and gesturing for me to sit next to her. I start heading towards the bed but end up taking a seat on the couch directly opposite the bed. She lets out a breath of laughter before leaning back on her elbow. “Why did you want to meet me again?” she asks, causing me to arch a brow. “I filed for a divorce,” I repeat the exact words I told her over the phone. She chews on her lower lip as she stares at me. “And?”

“I just came to see you.” “Unfortunately there’s people coming our way, love birds.” Uma told us. “Rena should go now. Besides, her best friend is waiting down there for her.” “I’ll see you tonight Yoké.” “Tonight?” Uma asked looking surprised. “You two just don’t listen, do you?” “Believe me when I tell you this, friend,” Yoké said to him. “Us meeting at night when everyone else is asleep is actually much safer than people overhearing our conversation at the well or people seeing us hold hands during the day.”

"So... When do you want to meet her?" "I don't think I'll ever be ready to meet her but... maybe tomorrow." She winced. "I'll tell her." He beamed. "Call your mother first though." "Yes ma'am." ****** The next morning "Good morning students." Mr Ansel Valentine addressed the students. "Morning Mr Valentine." They responded. "I will not beat around the bush. We all know why we're here right?". He asked. "Not quite sir!". Some said while others agreed. "Well, I'm sure you all received the email the school sent out to all of you regarding the new rule that is about to take effect in a few minutes." He said. "Who didn't receive an email?".

To them I don't exist. "Will you at least take pictures and send them to me?" "No." "No?" "Mia, this is going to be a formal meet up. I can't be there taking selfies like an I*******m model." Now that we won the company. We have to write another report with our plans for the account. Jake and I have been up for hours working on it and we're finally satisfied with the end result. It's now almost midnight and we're sitting with our fourth bottle of wine.

I pulled out my phone and, as if possessed, opened his social feed. The latest post—uploaded an hour ago—was a grid of photos: a birthday cake and red wine. Even though the background had been blurred, I recognized it instantly as our apartment. The caption read: [She said she only spends important days with me. She and I—that's what 'us' really means.] My fingers stiffened as I scrolled down.