Anticipation Novels & Stories

"Some things are just allowed to happen." The distinction was important. Anticipation was about control — about preparing for outcomes, managing variables, ensuring that nothing unexpected occurred. Allowing was about surrender — about accepting that some things could not be controlled and did not need to be. Alexander walked for a moment. "Yes," he said. "I'm working on that."

the CEO said, shaking both our hands, "you've figured something out that most people spend their whole careers chasing." I looked at Eli. He was looking at me. "Yeah," I said. "We have." SIX MONTHS LATER Adrian's Journal - July 2026 I used to think control was about domination. About knowing every outcome before you reached it. About building systems so tight that nothing unexpected could infiltrate. I was wrong. Real control is knowing what you can't predict and choosing to show up anyway. It's trusting that the person next to you is seeing things you miss. It's building something with someone instead of building walls against the world.

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.

The flutter came again. It was not dramatic. He had read, in the careful and covert reading he had been doing for months, that first movements were often described as bubbles, or flutterings, or the distant sensation of something turning over, and he had catalogued this as information the way he catalogued most information, filing it under things that would be relevant later without attaching to it any particular anticipation, because anticipation was a resource he had not had much practice spending. He had filed it and moved on and had not thought about what it would actually feel like, had not constructed an image of the momen

“How was tonight?” Nate leans back, head prop on the couch. “It was lit,” he answers. “The crowds was good, like they always have. When I was about to leave, this man approached and told me he knew a guy. Gave me his card and said I really should call him. I don’t know,” he hesitates, the light in his eyes dims. “I don’t know if I’m going to call him or not. Maybe it’s just a scam. I want my dream to be real so bad, but I can’t throw caution to the wind. You know, in case they don’t pan out the way I hope.”

**flash back** It was the day before my birthday, I was so excited because Alex was going to take me to a concert where akon would be preforming. I called up ma girl Kacie to accompany me to the mall to get a nice dress to wear tomorrow night on my birthday. Alex was my first boyfriend since I left college and I love him daring and would do anything for him. "Hey Kacie, can you come with me to the mall to get a nice dress for my birthday?" I asked happily

Then I lay back slowly against the bed, staring up at the ceiling once more. The same position. The same quiet. But not the same feeling. This time, it wasn’t just exhaustion. It was anticipation. Sharp. Unforgiving. Hopeful. Terrifying. “I will wait till tomorrow to see if Lucian will keep to his word.”

- ACE - I don’t know why but for some reason, I’m having cold feet. Not the typical one people refer to out of fear, no, quite the contrary. The weather seems chilly for some reason yet I can’t help but rub my gloved palm against each other in anticipation. And I also feel hot. Really hot like this weather is not getting to me but it actually is. I think the word I’m searching for is expectancy. I don’t know what to look forward to. It may either be useful or not but I sure hope it’s not the latter. Not when I hosted an event specifically for this purpose.

His lips brushed against her skin once more before he retreated, the space he left behind tinged with his essence. Outside the cocoon of their shared space, Antonio’s steps were propelled by a mix of anticipation and concern. His heart raced, mirroring the rhythm of the moment, as he dialed the number that would bring forth the expertise they needed. His voice, laced with a sense of urgency, conveyed the gravity of the situation, his words punctuated by a fervent plea for assistance.

Uncertainty gripped him tightly, and the anticipation of what lay ahead intensified the knots in his stomach. Arriving at the specified address, Bryan felt a mix of trepidation and determination. The building before him held the promise of answers, and he approached it with a mixture of fear and resolve. As he pushed the entrance door, a surge of anticipation coursed through him. The space beyond held the potential to unravel the mystery that had tarnished the image of the woman he loved.