We Will Collide Someday Novels & Stories

I knew she would only worry. “What shall we do now?” Dove asked playfully. I sat on my bed. “Can I ask you a few questions?” I felt stupid talking to myself aloud but there was no one around. Dove nodded her head and sat down waiting patiently. “When do we phase?” It was my most pressing question. “As the sun sets, you’ll know what to do.” She said rather cryptically. “Thanks, but that really doesn’t help.” I commented. “Everything will be fine Sophie. Please don’t worry.” Her words sent waves of calming energy through me again and I decided to put on my runners.

tomorrow we face the world. Together.

He felt calm at the thought. "What's the guarantee he wouldn't seek other's help to take us down?" Adam shrugged. He laughed at his concern. "They would sign their death certificate then. Nothing to worry about. With all of New York's money... they can't take us down." "I know." He sighed out sharply. "We should be more careful," Adam said. "You seem into it. You're keeping a close eye on them. Anything wrong happens. You'll inform me." It was an order.

Rosie said. "I don't know, I told Gemma but since I was wearing my blocker at the time, I can't figure out the answer" "If he really is your mate, that means you guys are missing each other" Rosie said and Cara was silent. The statement was true, if they were indeed a pair, the universe should have brought them together that day. But they instead missed each other. Although fate will bring them together again at another time and that's for sure. But hopefully when that time comes, Cara will still be in this world.

Close enough to take that photo. Close enough to kill us.

Everything is going to end today. It's either we defeat them and relieve everyone or We just die together with them. But one thing I know is that, Non of us will ever let ourselves to be defeated

The Dante who leaned too close in the internship hallway and whispered his challenge like a secret. The Dante who watched me walk ahead of him when the rain dripped from my hair, his coat heavy on my shoulders. We had been circling each other for too long to pretend it was random. Too long to pretend this wasn’t inevitable. I pressed my forehead to the cool glass and whispered to the empty room, “What are we doing?” But the better question is: What happens when two people caught in the same orbit finally collide? I was afraid I already knew the answer. And I was even more afraid I didn’t want to stop it.

"Not an anomaly." "In this timeline, you are a statistical impossibility," Mr. Grey said. "You were supposed to die on October 14th, 2023. At 4:15 PM. Taxi collision." "I didn't." "Because he interfered," Mr. Grey nodded at Cale. "And then again in the kitchen. And the pool. And the roof. And the wedding." Mr. Grey sighed. "Do you have any idea how much paperwork you have created? The ripples are causing headaches in the 22nd century."

But make it something I can carry. "Tomorrow we file charges," I murmur. "War escalates." "We almost died today." "But we didn't." He pulls me tighter against his chest. "We're here. Together." "Always." "Always." His arms lock around me. I let myself sink into him. His heat, his heartbeat, his unshakable belief we'll survive. Tomorrow brings more blood. More politics. Probably more attempts on Haven. But tonight we have this. This desperate, living connection.