Anticipation Novels & Stories

Not physically. Relationally. The interaction gets smoother. Faster. Less effort. I think a rhythm and it meets me halfway. I hesitate and it pauses first. I change tempo and it adapts before fully receiving the pattern. “It’s predicting you,” Ezra says. My laughter dies instantly. “No.” “Yes,” Aidan replies. “Micro anticipation.” I step back from the console. The point recedes too. I step farther. It recedes farther. Still matched. Still tuned. “Can we untune me.”

As soon as he said that somebody from the pack house mind linked me over saying that somebody has arrived but I wasn't planning on having anybody today and yet so early too. "Well she just got lucky today somebody just mind linked me from the pack house saying that somebody has arrived, was you expecting anybody?" I asked him just to see if he did have anybody coming and just forgot to tell me. "No Alpha I didn't plan on having anybody come by today, and especially early too." He reassured me.

“Anticipation is where curiosity and trust intersect, where the mind races ahead to the possibilities of what could be. It’s where the danger of the unknown meets the thrill of discovery.” Her voice drops, a sultry undertone weaving into her words. “But what happens when that anticipation is tinged with real danger—when the acts we desire are the ones we’ve been told to fear, to avoid, to condemn?” The room is silent, captivated by the dark allure of her words.

Partly because whatever he's planning, I know it comes from the right place, and partly because there's something pleasurable about the not-knowing, feeling it approach without seeing its shape, the anticipation of being surprised by someone who pays attention. Jess catches me smiling at nothing on Friday morning over coffee. "What," she says. "Nothing." She looks at me for a moment and smiles back without asking more, which is the right call, and pours more coffee and we sit in the morning quiet of the apartment and the city does its thing outside and I am four weeks from twenty years old and something good is coming and I can feel it in the air the way you f

He is in a state of suspended anticipation that has made him unable to do anything else. I don’t know if English has a better word. I suspect you do. PD FROM: isadora.crane@literarybridge.co.uk TO: piers.devaux@devaux-writes.fr SUBJECT: RE: Chapter Seven English has “anticipate” which is the hoping without the suspension. It has “dread” which is the suspension without the hope. It doesn’t have the combination. I will use “Thomas stood by the window and held his breath for the letter” because held breath is the physical expression of a person in suspension between two possible states.

In an event that she herself doesn’t want to occur; she can only be but a mere spectator in the playing field. Antony’s gaze never left the road, although he could feel the sadness by the aura of the woman who was sitting beside him. “I too worry about what could happen in the future. It just so happens that I’ve learned not to expect too much and anticipate the inevitable and unexpected. That’s how life goes. Sometimes, a rainbow occurs after a storm, or a storm occurs after a rainbow. The future is inevitable, the future may not be certain.” He explained in a calm tone, his eyes still glued to the road.

May 12th 1998 I don’t even know if that is the right day. Has it been four days or five since I last wrote? I am not even sure any more. The baby will be coming soon, I am scared. What will happen once they are here. I have a feeling it is a boy. If it is a boy, this will be my last entry. Please don’t be a boy. I do not dare say out loud what I am thinking. I know he is watching. I try not to react at all. I just turn the page.

Ace asked, drawing my attention to him. "Why?" "You don't answer a question with a question, Miranda," he mockingly shook his head in a slow gesture to show his disapproval, "let's try this again. What are your plans tomorrow?" "I've got to go to class and complete the work I've been procrastinating to do," I had assignments piling up and I knew at the rate I was going, I'd probably sit one day before they were due to do them all. It didn't help that I didn't work well under pressure. I panicked too much which ruined things.

He explained holding her hands. " Really? " " Yep.." " So will you participate? " " Do I have a choice? " " You do... " " Not when you've bought the ticket already and were only waiting for my answer. " Malisa sighed. " How did you... " Yet again, Aiden was really surprised... Like really... He found himself wondering if Malisa read minds... Because if not... How could she always know what one is thinking without even voicing out... " Well... It's really obvious... "

Third Person POV At the Smith Group's charity banquet, Jason held Susan's hand and stood under the spotlight, basking in flattery. Suddenly, the screen went black, and a statement appeared on a red background. It was a divorce notice—Charlotte's request to formally sever all ties, issued through her lawyer. Next, a clear ultrasound scan was shown, accompanied by an audio recording. "Take her blood. She's tough, so she won't die from donating some blood." Jason's cold voice echoed through the speakers to every corner of the banquet hall.