When Tomorrow Comes Les Mis Mga Nobela at Kwento

he said "Tomorrow is it then"...

"Dear Liam Damfort, come in tomorrow morning." I stared in shock. Tomorrow morning. But my spell won't work until tomorrow night ohh god.

He whispered into the dark: “Tomorrow, I’ll walk in as your man.” Then added softly, “And one day... maybe more.” Scene – Morning Messages, Just Before Sunrise Helena: Still awake? Greg: Couldn’t sleep. Too excited. Tessy: I’m literally going to pass out in curlers. Leo: Y’all better not be ugly criers if the DJ plays “Perfect.” Greg: I’ll cry. Proudly. Helena: Tomorrow’s the big one. Tessy: Let’s shine. Leo: Let’s show them what legacy looks like.

I whispered, rising. “Tomorrow, I come.”

Underneath it, a handwritten line: “Tomorrow, 8PM. Don’t be late. Don’t ask why.” And scrawled beneath it: “Because someone else is watching now.”

“Hello, when am I leaving?” “Tomorrow.”

I asked Themis who shrugged. “I can’t share the future with you but luckily, we will not be the ones who saves the day.” Themis answered. “Fine we will go and rise the kingdom tomorrow, I am sure that you already know how.” I asked Themis and when she nodded, I rolled my eyes. Damn predictable. “Okay, we will do that tomorrow then me and Orel will also leave tomorrow.” Themis stood up. “Why so quick…”

Mara POV The message reads: Hearing moved up. Decision tomorrow. You should know. Lucien has read the same message on his own phone and is looking at me with a question in his face that is also already an answer. "Tomorrow," I say. "Tomorrow," he confirms. He puts his phone away and holds out his hand again, and I take it, because tonight is tonight, and tomorrow is tomorrow, and we have learned —slowly, at great cost — the difference.

Tomorrow the book. Tomorrow the world. Tonight this. Just this. Enough.

I can't wait for tomorrow. _