Failing No Nut November Novels & Stories

Password protected. I typed in Nova’s birthday and it opened. There were three video files. The first was a boardroom. Noah was younger, more corporate, and cold. “She’s efficient,” someone said. “She has no heart,” Noah replied. “I don’t want a formula. I want a family.” The second was just him, alone, staring into the camera. “If you’re watching this, I failed,” he said. I held my breath. “I never meant to fall in love with her. They warned me told me she’d complicate everything but Grace… you made everything clear and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

Now My brother and I sat in the back of our step-brothers people ford fiesta, silently, we both had one headphone in our ears as our step-brother, Connor drove us to our new home. Krystal our step-sister sat in the front passenger seat next to him. A warm tear dripped down my cheek, it had been a year since our father had passed away, my mother had just sold his house and we were moving away from the safety of the place that we used to call our home. My dog, Rolo laid across us both with his head in my lap, he was a fairly big three-year-old German Shephard. My step-father was driving our mothers car with my mother next to him, we were starting from scratch, they had bought a four bedroom ho

Kashton asked, his voice dropping into a register so low it sounded like grinding stones. "Nora stays in the maze," Vivienne whispered cruelly. "The Red Hand has forty mercenaries currently tracking her scent. They’ve been paid a very large sum to ensure the 'rejected bride' finally stays dead. If either of you tries to alter the terms—if a single Blood Moon warrior steps into Sector 4—the container holding your precious little bastards will be dropped straight into the harbor. It takes exactly forty-five seconds for a steel crate to sink to the bottom, Kashton. I don't think five-year-olds can hold their breath that long."

“He took her from your bed, Dante. From under our noses. We failed her.” I punched the wall. Plaster exploded. Blood ran down my knuckles. “I failed her,” I corrected, voice breaking. “I swore no one would ever touch her again. I built this fortress and he walked through it like smoke.” Nico’s fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were white. “We all failed,” he said quietly. “Every guard, every camera, every drone. He made us look like children.” Carlos slammed his palm against the marble column.

"I’ve been sent to Optimizing your Family Tree." ​Nora’s flute shattered in her hand. ​[NARRATIVE STATUS: GENRE-COLLISION IN PROGRESS. STABILITY: 12%.]

Before I could say another word, the line disconnected, leaving behind nothing but the hollow beeping tone. The cold grew sharper and sharper, carving straight into my bones. Gritting my teeth, I pulled the blanket tighter around myself. Suddenly, my phone lit up with a notification. I turned my head slightly and saw that Morgan had just updated his social media. In the photo, he wore nothing but a thin short-sleeved shirt with a popsicle hanging from his mouth. 'So lucky Ms. Sheffield brought me a generator, or I would have frozen tonight too.' I stared at the picture for a long time.

Then you could just ask for the things you would've needed to spend a few months' salary to buy. I didn't respond, and the atmosphere grew awkward. My other aunt, Karen Hall, quickly stepped in to smooth things over. "I think Monica and Tabitha are both great. One is married well, and the other has a good job. The only one struggling is my son. He's almost 30, but his job is average, and he still doesn't have a girlfriend…" Aunt Lorelei took the bait and immediately switched her attention to setting my cousin up. I looked at Monica, who was sitting beside us. She still hadn't said a word, and her expression hadn't changed at all.

When they entered the grand hall, Rolex, ever watchful, nodded in agreement and said, "I don't like this, boss. Let's get out of here." Just as they turned to leave, the heavy wooden door slammed shut behind them with a resounding thud. Panic surged through Jada as she realized they were trapped inside. Rob immediately tried to call for backup, but his phone displayed "No Service." "Hello! Mr. Lennon! Are you here?!" Jada screamed. "Derry Lennon!!" Darting her eyes around, her heart pounded in her chest as she watched Rob's futile attempts to get a signal on his phone.

I could have killed Cyrillius lunars ago if it hadn’t been for them getting in my mind. “The numbers aren’t in our favor, Nova,” he says. He places one of his hands over mine, holding it firmly to his chest. “A group of Nero tried to take Dominion out solars ago, and they failed. If just you and I go in there, I don’t know if we’ll win.” I hate that he just said the words. I hate that he doubts. But that’s the reckless part of me. I always overestimate myself. Us. “But we have to do something,” I say, and I hate how desperate my voice sounds.

[ IN WHICH SHE LIVES WITH NO REGRETS ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V — The following four minutes are characterized by awkward silence. “Sorry to ask, but are you good, November?” I quickly wave it off with a nervous smile. “I am fine.” He gives me an uncertain look. “Because I was walking by the throne room when I noticed the doors were left open.” Shit, I should have locked the door.