Anticipation Novels & Stories

It was as if the very essence of nature held its breath, anticipating the profound moment about to unfold. Archer's emerald eyes scanned the clearing, taking in the serenity that enveloped them. His senses sharpened, attuned to every rustle of leaves and chirping bird. He felt a surge of anticipation, mingled with a twinge of apprehension, as he prepared himself for what lay ahead. His mind raced, contemplating the significance of this meeting, and the potential impact it could have on their intertwined destinies.

The words didn’t change. Not a question. Not a request. Not even a “please” or “if you’re available.” A declaration. A command. Like he had any right. And yet— My pulse quickened. Because somewhere inside, under the indignation, under the rational voice screaming that this was inappropriate and presumptuous and about fifteen different kinds of wrong, was a flicker of something else. Anticipation. God help me. I set the phone down like it had burned me, but I couldn’t stop staring at it. The screen went dark, but I could still see the message burned into my retinas.

The land doesn’t rest after the confrontation. It holds its breath. I feel it the moment I wake — a low, constant pressure under my skin, like the ground itself is waiting for something to decide whether it should soften or harden. This isn’t fear. It’s anticipation. The kind that comes before storms and betrayals and choices that can’t be undone. By midmorning, the first crack shows. A supply route from the southern edge fails. Not violently. Not dramatically. The path simply… refuses. The ground compacts where it should give. The markers blur. The line that has always guided movement dulls into uncertainty. Nothing breaks — but nothing flows either.

Saying that I walked away fuming. “Wait! What do you mean by revenge?” his voice followed me, but I ignored him and lifted my hand seeing a taxi. “Tell me!” he demanded, standing beside me and I turned to stare at him. I was about to say ‘get lost!’ but then remembered the extent of Di’s plan. It is not just about marrying someone anticipating some benefit, but it is anticipating someone’s destroy. “I can’t say it openly.” I said and he frowned, but nodded before looking around.

More anticipation. --- Because word spreads fast… When something new is coming. --- Oliver noticed the boys again. At a distance. --- But this time… They weren’t just watching. --- They were waiting. --- That was different. --- Not reaction. --- Anticipation. --- Ariana noticed it too. Her expression tightened slightly. --- “They know something’s coming,” she said quietly. --- Oliver nodded. “Yes.” --- A pause. --- Then he added: “They’re trying to see if we’ll actually do it.”

I asked, trying to separate my thoughts from the system’s suggestions. “Faster than predicted,” he said. “Partial integration is having unexpected amplification.” Kane’s voice cut in, steady and low. “Meaning?” “The system isn’t just responding,” I said slowly. “It’s anticipating.” Arden’s brow furrowed. “Anticipating what?” “Everything,” I replied. “Nodes, clusters, even attacks.” Cassius groaned. “So we’re training it, and now it’s training us.” “Yes,” I admitted quietly.

"If you're feeling uneasy, your stomach will be laced with dread, your mind ruined with thoughts of impending doom. Is that how you feel?" I shake my head. "Anticipation?" "Anticipation inflates you like a balloon. You vibrate all over. You're excited for what's to come." He stops behind me. "I am simmering in anticipation. Are you?" I blink into the blindfold. Am I? I can't think with him so near, with the fabric of his trousers brushing against my thighs. I want to rub against it, against him. He doesn't touch me, but my body reacts as if his mouth is on me as if his fingers are canvasing my fle

Hooray! “Calm yourself. Mark has only offered to pay the standard fee because he was the one to make the appointment before the other guy called and you got double booked. The other guy said he wanted you, too. So, we asked him if he was willing to outbid your first request for that night.” “Did you book me not knowing whether or not I’d be able to come in?” Helen questioned, feeling like she knew the answer before Mindy told her. Her cousin winked. “Naturally. I didn’t take you off the books. You still owe me money.”

She kept on thinking that, making more and more chills to walk on her spine. Her eyes moved left then right, moving to and fro among the four walls. Her throat had caged her breath and her whole body was cold. The fear of punishment was making her heart beat to rise rapidly. Would he beat her? Slap her? Rape her? How he would punish her? The scenarios running in her mind made series of goosebumps to rise all over her body. Her body getting more and more cold. All the anticipation flooded inside her and she felt tears running to her eyes but she blinked them in.

I do not mind having another ally, more the less when he comes to me on his own will. However Ι feel a very a strange impatience, since this morning and it isn't due to my wish to return home. My wolf, Drako is also restless from the minute we entered this territory. I don't know why but I've got an odd feeling about this. It's not fear but something else which I can't specify yet. It's eagerness, anxiety and restlessness all together. Something inside me tells me that this visit is gonna change my life forever and radically. I wonder what is going to happen. Whatever happens one thing is for sure, I will be prepared to face it as always....