Anticipation Mga Nobela at Kwento

It's up to me to stand my ground and make them accept me. My eyes follow Aiden's natural grace as he walks. Maybe walking is too mild of a word for the way he moves. It's a confident athletic stride with his tight ass causing the temperature to rise. Cool air blows from hidden vents and adds a nice jolt every few minutes as it stirs his scent. Maybe hypnosis would help me get rid of this addiction, which seems to be escalating. He hates me and that should do the trick. Really. It should.

His piercing dark eyes staring like a cobra seeking its prey. " You might want to run now Angel "

The reading glasses absent, which meant she was not intending to be in notebook mode today, she was intending to be fully present in the room. She sat across from me. “Nervous?” I said. She considered the word. “Anticipatory,” she said. “Which is adjacent to nervous but has a different direction.” “Forward facing,” I said. “Yes,” she said. “Nervous looks at the thing and worries about it. Anticipatory looks at the thing and moves toward it.” I thought that was one of the more precise distinctions she had drawn, which was notable given the precision she brought to most things.

"Not nervous because I'm uncertain about it." He thought about it. "Anticipatory nervous," he said. "Not apprehensive nervous." "Yes," I said. "That's the distinction." He looked at the survey notebook. "I'm anticipatory nervous about Carver," he said. "Are you?" I said. "Yes," he said. "I know it's the right school." He paused. "But the first day will be new." He paused. "New things have the anticipatory nervous quality." He paused. "Even when they're right."

Minus I felt the driver’s door slam and the car change directions before hauling ass down the road. Wherever we were headed, we were headed there in a hurry. I was foggy as hell from the injection and my perception of time was “fluid” to say the least. Still, it didn’t feel like I’d been in the trunk for long, and I hoped that meant that Cricket had hidden or gotten away. Until I knew she was okay, I didn’t give a shit about the ledger, or the club for that matter. It could all burn, along with this sick fucker for all I cared.

Make sure that she was ready for whatever was coming. Evelyn pulled out a drawer in her desk, revealing a small black book. Inside were the names and numbers of contacts she’d accumulated over the years, people she could trust to get things done, no questions asked. She flipped through the pages, her mind already working on how to strengthen her defenses. She paused when she reached a name, a smirk playing on her lips. **Anton**. He was one of the best in the business, a man who specialized in eliminating problems quickly and efficiently. If anyone could help her neutralize the threat looming over her, it was him.

Alex on the other hand was questioning himself "I swear I heard a noise but if someone was here did that person see me?" He could smell a faint smell of strawberries and it felt like he knew the smell. After sometime he started walking towards his room and thought "I need to be more careful from now onwards. No one can see me in that form otherwise our whole rigorous plans will come to an end even before starting."