Anticipation Novels & Stories

Thought looks down at me, eyes moving up and down my body, having my cheeks flushing with anticipation. “What do you want?” He breathes, fingers touching my bare legs, drawing up slowly toward the hem of my shorts. He doesn’t go further than that, watching for my reaction patiently. Little does he know, his touch is enough to have my body shaking, responding to the feeling of the sparks his fingertips elicit. “All of you.”

Yet, hope blossomed alongside the envy—a flickering ember of anticipation that dared to imagine a glimpse of the real Sydney within this carefully orchestrated event. As I prepared to leave, a mix of apprehension and excitement coursed through my veins. The hours ahead held the promise of something new, a departure from the monotonous routine that had become my life. And in that anticipation, I clung to the belief that this surprise could offer a fleeting taste of the authenticity I craved.

The anticipation was a fierce, uncontained energy, a vivid, living presence that filled the space with life and the bright, thrilling energy of the pursuit. He clutched a mysterious amulet, the glow of it a bright, vivid presence that filled the space with life and the thrill of the chase. "You're too late!" he shouted, his voice a fierce, cutting note that filled the space with life and the thrill of the pursuit. "He already knows everything!" The anticipation was a vivid, living presence, a sharp, uncontained energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of the chase. The storm loomed large on the horizon, a fierce, wi

Reflexes took over: we ducked, rolled, and blocked while maintaining observation and coordination. Madison’s signals came fast: two flashes — he’s near the center, three flashes — left aisle blocked, four flashes — potential movement to the back exit. Ian’s voice was steady in my ear, guiding every move. “Predict, don’t react. Anticipate. Every hesitation is power for him — don’t give it.” --- The whispers returned, more insistent, weaving fear into our thoughts: *You’ll fail. You’re not ready. You’ll make a mistake.*

Very accurate. Liora frowned deeply.“How accurate?”Marcus hesitated.“Ninety three percent.”Jesse stared at him.“No way.”Marcus looked pale now.“It predicted three major social responses before they happened.”Everlyn felt cold.Because prediction changed everything.Adaptation was one thing.But prediction prediction meant anticipation.And anticipation created power.Jesse shook his head.“That can’t continue.”Liora looked at the screens carefully.“But it will.”Everlyn stared at the models.At the probabilities unfolding before reality caught up to them.

"That's two days away and you just said *last time* in a sentence about your family being targeted." The words hit me in the chest. I had said that. It had come out before I caught it. "Figure of speech," I said. "No," he said quietly. "It wasn't." He leaned forward, forearms on his knees, looking at me with the expression he wore when he'd been working on a problem long enough to stop being patient about it. "You anticipate things before they happen. You react to situations that haven't fully developed yet. You make decisions with information you shouldn't have." He paused. "And now you said *last time* like you've lived through a version of this before."

Lena suddenly exhaled sharply. Zayden turned immediately. “What?” Lena pressed a hand lightly to her chest. “…I can feel them even when we’re not actively doing anything.” Zayden frowned. “Who?” Lena looked around slowly. “The people.” A pause. “…like they’re waiting for us.” Silence. That was new. Dependency had become anticipation. A nearby group of people stood at a crosswalk. No interaction. No trigger. Yet one of them suddenly said: “I feel off today.”

“Never mind, I shouldn’t have asked for so much.” “Coco, you’re not asking for too much.” Astrid felt morose as she said that. She then reached for her phone and composed a text to send to Isaiah. [Coco has a dance performance at her school on Children's Day, would you go watch her?] As usual, there was no reply from him. Coco stared at the display on Astrid’s phone without blinking. Every time a notification popped up, she would become very excited. However, her excitement would only be rewarded with disappointment.

Cassidy’s expression went serious. “What’s going on?” Riko frowned. “Well, I’m sorry to tell you that the end of the world is coming. The antichrist will be born in June,” Cassidy sighed with a completely straight face. Seriously? She had to call our baby the antichrist? I mean, a blending of our genetics could have terrifying results. Elijah looked confused as he tried to figure out what my wife was talking about. Riko, however, lit up as she got it instantly.

POV Ruby Trigger Warning talk and illustration of abuse I can't believe that this is happening! How did he know that we were here?! A million thoughts raced through my brain as everyone turned to look at me. I looked at Mac and Scarlett and they nodded. Cassy leaned in and rubbed my back. I looked down and sighed with relief to see a new text from Cerise in response to the one I had just sent her.