Too Late Novels & Stories

For 20 years, I've used the fact that Nigel Jackman and I grew up together as an excuse to stay glued to his side. Everyone knows I'm the one nuisance he can never shake, always finding some new way to get on his nerves. But the day he picks up his new car, I suddenly stop making a fuss and become so quiet I'm practically invisible. Even he isn't used to seeing me like this. Late that night, he rushes back to our apartment through the rain. For once, his voice softens as he tries to explain. "I didn't let you ride in my car tonight because Ruby's a clean freak. She can't stand the smell of the pizzeria on your clothes. It didn't look like it was raining that hard, so I drove her home fir

“You know the phrase ‘Too little, too late’? Well, you’re more like ‘Too much, too late.’ Flying halfway across the world. Rushing to the airport. Making romantic speeches all over the place. Why didn’t you do any of this before?” Richard doesn’t answer the question but stares at me glumly. “You think I’m too late?” That’s a question I don’t want to answer. “It’s just an expression,” I say after a pause. “Come on.” I pat him reassuringly on the shoulder. “We’re boarding.”

Another late update and a possible cliffhanger. I'm sorry. But on the bright side. I updated. That's a good thing right? Till next time. Love you.

A woman gasps in surprise, “Look! She has a new mate mark on her neck!” The surprise travels across the people in waves, and I can hear women gushing and crowding Anita. She gushes from all the attention being showered at her. Getting marked at such a later age is no doubt an extraordinary thing because usually, most mates mark each other in their late teens or early twenties. Anita soaks up the attention, she blushes red and regales the story of the marking that happened just last night, and I can see how she’s on top of the world right now. I don’t begrudge her that. Everyone deserves happiness but there’s a part of me that’s afraid.

"No it's just that something came up today and the entire team is busy trying to sort it out" "Ohh okay, but you shouldn't stay out too late," "I won't, bye".

she nods. “Yes, hurry up. We’re already late, anything more than an hour late is no longer fashionably late, it is just late and that is uncool.”

Good thing, I was smart enough to wake up early from that nightmare. "Maze, wake up." I felt someone slightly tapping my cheeks causing me to wake up and I looked at Mark, still disoriented. "W-what? What's wrong?" I asked him in a sleepy voice and he smiled at me. "Nothing's wrong, so far. But it's already dinner time and Troy is here, too. He's already halfway through the gate renovation." he said and I nodded. "Dinner's ready." he said before putting both of his hands inside his pocket.

Clearing my throat, I said, "I planned this because I thought maybe we could talk." Still nothing. Just as I was about to utter another word, he stood up. I blinked a couple of times. "Antonio...?" He adjusted his cuffs and started toward the door. "I have a meeting." "At 9:30? At night?" He stopped. His jaw clenched. "Yes." "Antonio, wait!" I should have been standing by then, clutching the edge of the table. "It's our anniversary." He turned slowly to the opposing angle. His eyes met mine, unforgiving, cold, and gray. "I didn't forget," he said flatly, "I just don't care."

“Kane!” Serena interrupted him just in time. Kane turned to look at her, a flicker of confusion on his face. “What’s wrong?” he asked, frowning slightly. Noticing his hesitation, Serena’s body stiffened, but she quickly forced a smile and changed the subject. “Today is the Full Moon Day. If Lucas returns too late, Kate will get worried.” “He only asked for a feather. Just give it to him—there’s no need for him to stay any longer.”

The air was thick and stale, as if the walls themselves had forgotten the warmth of human presence. Caleb glanced around, his eyes settling on the thin layer of dust blanketing the furniture, the once-vibrant space now hollow and abandoned. For the first time, it seemed, he realized just how long it had been since I last set foot here. With a shuddering sigh, he sank onto the couch, his head dropping into his hands. After a long moment, he pulled out his phone and typed a message, his thumb hovering over the send button. "Grace, you win this time. Just come back. I promise I’ll let everything go. Just... come back."