Tomorrow, And Tomorrow, And Tomorrow Novels & Stories

𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭! Nothing will be normal from Tomorrow..

I frown “But why?” “Oh my Luna, what happens to let’s enjoy the moment at a time? Why do you keep thinking about tomorrow? Tomorrow is not certain, have you ever thought that we might have just today? Do you know if by tomorrow I might no longer be here, what if my pack was attacked by rogues and I was killed and my pack captured? Tomorrow Is not guaranteed, so let’s forget about tomorrow and live with what life had to give today.” – Jamie “if that is what my Alpha said.” – Brittany

"You've crazy height. Six three? I see you tomorrow." "As if I have any choice," He grumbled dryly. "See you tomorrow." Tomorrow it is. ***

"I love you too. More than yesterday, less than tomorrow." THE END

"Give me a little time Leave me alone a little while Maybe it's not too late Not today, today, today, today, today I don't know how I feel Tomorrow (tomorrow) Tomorrow (tomorrow) And I don't know what to say Tomorrow (tomorrow) Tomorrow is a different day." Chandra's voice crack for a moment as if she's trying not to cry. The lights are deemed so we can see her shine alone in the stage. I frown when a tear fall from her close eyes. It's unseen scene but the tear shine like a diamond in the light.

I laughed, shaking my head as they sped on, whooping and hollering as they leaned out the windows, obviously enjoying their new freedom, too. I shook my head, smiling as heat filled my cheeks at having been busted, but it felt good to hear. A moment later, the song ended and Garth Brooks’ If Tomorrow Never Comes came on the radio and I started singing along. It was a sad song, but had such a great message, that if he were to pass away, would the love he gave her be enough to last the rest of her life.

And as sleep pulls me under, surrounded by warm skin and steady heartbeats, I know they’re right. This is home. This is me. And tomorrow— and every day after— they’ll use me just as filthy, just as thoroughly, just as perfectly. Because I’m theirs again. Forever.

The sound on the hood is this. The splash under foot is this. The chill in the air is this. The quickened step is this. No walker apart from walking. No rain apart from raining. Only this. The ordinary thought of tomorrow is this. The plan forming is this. The worry creeping is this. The excitement sparking is this. The forgetting is this. The remembering is this. No thinker apart from thinking. No tomorrow apart from imagining. Only this. The ordinary ache in the shoulder is this. The tension held is this.

Dots danced immediately, then his reply, "Tomorrow. Can I come to your side?" Your side, his code for my apartment, that cramped walk up with the leaky faucet and view of the alley. Tomorrow. I chewed my lip, arousal still thrumming, pussy lips slick now, rubbing together with every shift. But tomorrow's the Sabbath day. Words formed slowly, deliberately. "Tomorrow's the Sabbath day, we should do well to keep it holy." A pause, longer this time, then he said, "Let's do a video call right now. Wanna see you fingering yourself."

"But then tomorrow won't be fine either? And then something will happen and I won't be able to stop it?" I had to sit back far enough to cup his face in my hands, thumbs nearly touching the tears that had started to well up. "Tomorrow," I let out a sigh, "hasn't come. Right here, right now, we have tonight. We have warm beds and full plates and people who love us more than the moon loves the stars. And tomorrow." I smiled, hoping my eyes would cooperate. "Tomorrow is a blank page. We can write on it whatever we want." He tilted his head, concern having given way to curiosity. "A blank page?"