Too Late 소설 & 이야기

"Of course there is." "If you had just stuck to the schedule I created, we'd be there by now. Early, even. But no, you had to do things your way—" "My way involves not being crammed on a bus with twenty other people for three hours." "Your way involves us being late!" "We're not late. We're delayed. There's a difference." "Oh, there's a difference?" I laugh humorlessly. "Please, enlighten me." "Late implies we missed our deadline. Delayed means we're still on track, just taking longer than anticipated."

My cheek swelled and turned red in an instant. "How dare you compare yourself to my dad, you loose woman!" Leonard roared. His slap had woken me up completely. The moment he struck me, the very last vestiges of hope I was still clinging to disappeared into the depths of the night. "If you continue being unreasonable, I'll post this online and let everyone see how indecent you are! Don't be so shameless, Madeline!" I rubbed my buzzing ears, smirking. "Hah! Do whatever you want. But this is my house. You should be the ones leaving!"

Of course, she knew it was late—but too late? "Your apology is about FIVE years too late, it holds no water or relevance now." He said, emphasizing the word 'five' to make sure she got the message. "It's never too late to apologize," she muttered. Her flip flap attitude was nowhere to be seen and Ben would be lying if he said he wasn't amused. She was so good at getting her hands around things when she wanted—but there was no way he was going to let her get this one. She did what gave her pleasure years ago—and now it was his turn to return the favor.

No one would dare deal with anyone the Millers cut off; no club would let them in. Bella tried to speak, but her voice was gone.

He rubbed his hair frustratingly, then flipped open the diary on my desk. There was a number on there: 99. That was how many times they had disappointed me over the years. Xavier did not understand. He frowned and tossed the dairy to the floor. He muttered while recording a voice message, "Stop throwing a tantrum. Winnie is still waiting for the blueberry cheesecake you promised to bake. It's her sixteenth birthday, so you better be home in an hour, or else…" He put his phone aside and went to the living room.

But it was hard. I won’t allow myself to fall apart again. If Nathan wanted Chloe, if that was the woman he’d carry off in front of everyone—let him have her. I was done begging for crumbs. I opened the post, left a single comment: Perfect match. Then I powered off my phone and went to sleep.

My hand landed on the edge and knocked something over—probably a pen, or my soul. The moment I finally grabbed my phone and saw the time, a curse ripped from my mouth. “Shit.” It was nearly nine thirty. I stared at the screen for a good five seconds, waiting for it to change and prove me wrong. It didn’t. No glitch, no mercy. I was late. So late.

On the day before New Year's Eve, Alora Sheffield wants me to bring her a morning-after pill. Her red lips curve ever so slightly as she takes in my snow-dampened clothes. "What reward would you like for being so obedient?" I ignore her question and hand her the emergency contraceptive. "Here's the morning-after pill you wanted." As Alora takes the box, she reaches under my shirt and runs her hand over my abs. "We may as well get it on just this once, since I'm taking the pill anyway." I gape at her, but a second later, she bursts out laughing. "You should see the look on your face. “I’ve arranged a marriage for you. I raised you, so it’s time you repaid me. “You’ll do as I ask,

I completed my internship when someone caught me kissing my boyfriend and the director, James Porter, in the parking garage. A photo appeared in the company group chat soon after. To protect my chance at becoming a permanent employee, he denied everything in front of the entire office. "The woman in the photo isn't her. She's my childhood friend." His childhood friend stepped forward and took responsibility for the office‑romance rumor. She had one condition. James Porter had to complete 100 couple challenges with her. Once they finished all of them, she would clear our names and explain the truth. James held me in his arms and comforted me. "Baby, it's only 100 things. Once we're don

Because the door is right there and I still do not have the full sentence, not in the form that would do justice to what I am trying to say. Not yet. But watching her walk away, I wonder if "not yet" is just another way of saying "too late." MUSIC: strings fade to single sustained note