Too Late Novels & Stories

Time to go. Too bad he had other ideas. ***

Jared lowered his head to drink the soup quietly. A phone suddenly rang when someone walked past his ward, and the ringtone was “Later” by Rene Liu*. “Later, I finally learned how to love. Sadly, you’ve gone far away and disappeared in the crowd…” A tear rolled down the corner of Jared’s eye into the bowl of soup. When his butler came to the hospital the next day to send him soup again, he was startled when he saw Jared, who was on the bed. “Mr. Crawford…” Jared looked up. “What is it?”

Chloe said, trying to sound as confident and put-together as the perfectly arranged orchid on the desk. The woman glanced at a clock on the wall, then back at Chloe, her lips barely moving. “Applications closed at ten o’clock, Miss Brown. You are forty-seven minutes late. Mr. Overton is very particular about punctuality.” Chloe’s heart sank, but she plastered on her most earnest, persuasive smile—the one her uncle called the ‘Sympathy Sell.’

The ladies went quiet, and peace returned to the table. Clyde kept glancing at his wristwatch. They were thirty minutes late. What the hell was keeping them? “Ah, who are these people?” Someone exclaimed. And then more gasps spread across the table, prompting Clyde to glance up. His jaw dropped and his phone almost slid off his hands. What the hell were they wearing!?

Justin's tone softened into something more pleading, which was rare for him when speaking to Serena. Serena almost thought she was hallucinating. There was once upon a time when his tenderness was something she yearned for. But now… "It's too late." Serena's voice was distant. "Justin, everything you are saying now is too late." "What do you mean it's too late?" Justin asked. "Do you mean Candice? I'll give her some money to make her leave, and we can still go back to the way things were!" "Hah." Serena let out a cold laugh. "You haven't changed at all!"

“Don’t be suspicious. I’m just putting in some extra hours. The hot air balloons need maintenance too.” “What time will you be back?” I asked him again. “A little later.” “Okay. I’ve made your favorite dishes, so please come home soon.” As time went on, whenever I asked, his responses became more dismissive. “I’ll be back later.” All those ‘laters’ often stretched into the early hours of the morning. Then there was the night I had heated his meal several times already when my phone suddenly pinged with a notification. It was a post from Michelle.

Half a month had passed since I last saw him, so I already missed him dearly. However, as soon as I arrived at the airport, I ran into Quinton and Zachary. They both had sullen expressions, but their faces lit up immediately when they saw me. "Mom! I knew you would come! Are those tarts for me? Thank you for these!" Zachary eagerly snatched the box from my hand. Quinton said coldly, "I told you the deadline was before three o'clock. Do you know what time it is right now? You should learn a thing or two from Lynn when it comes to timeliness!"

Timothy Yeager is the sole successor of Caelumis, the most powerful force of Efral. He has billions of dollars in inheritance and countless subordinates! On this day, he returns to civilization with the marriage contracts his mentor has set for him so he can keep his promise and protect his fiancées. However, as soon as he gets home, most of his fiancées call off their engagements to him. "Do you think you're worthy of marrying someone from the Barton family when you're so useless?" "How can the daughter of the Lynde family marry a peasant like you? It's a humiliation to her!" "Today, we're gathered here to annul the marriage contracts with a loser like you!" "You're dreaming if you thi

Five minutes later, mother’s call chased me, her voice trembling with excitement: “Darling, we all saw it! Your father said ‘It’s acceptable,’ but he locked the magazine in his desk drawer! Come home for dinner, we miss you…” Miss me? Or just want to apply a new layer of gold plating to the increasingly dull Elio signboard? I smiled and declined, citing a “project deadline.” Two years later, the phone rang again. This time it was Elena herself, her crying covering the background noise: “Rhea, Dad had a stroke! The doctor says his condition is very bad, and he keeps calling your name… ” In the past timeline, this collapse didn’t happen until years later. “Sis! I know Mom and Dad were wrong be

“You’re such a terrible liar. How many people in this city have a hundred million in cash? Who do you think you’re fooling?” I held back my anger. “Give me ten minutes. If the money doesn’t arrive by then, do whatever you want to me.” “Fine. Ten minutes it is.” Leo started the timer on his phone and raised his voice to the crowd, “Everyone heard that! If he doesn’t get a hundred million dollars here in ten minutes, I’ll strip him down in front of everyone as punishment.” People erupted in cheers and jeers. When I finally got my phone back, I quickly called my mom.