First Order Of Business Novels & Stories

"Now how do we do this thing?" We faced the paper then, putting aside the others. "ORDER MATTERS. THE FIRST IS NOT FIRST." We both read out, confused after. "ORDER MATTERS. THE FIRST IS NOT FIRST." "What does that mean?" I questioned, "The first is not the- My eyes fell on the box, squinting. The words replaying again. "Could it be..." My words trailed off, legs moving for the box. I picked it up. Stared at the faint lines again. "The First Is Not First. Order Matters."

Zara's POV I drove to the meeting in silence, the hum of the engine syncing with the rhythm of my thoughts. Tonight wasn’t one of their usual extravagant gatherings, just a closed-door session for the Order’s circle. One by one, the members stood to present their “problems.” A man complained about a journalist who had been sniffing around his business. A woman spoke of an employee who dared to ask too many questions. Each time, the room gave a quiet nod, and Mr. Everhart made a simple note, the Order will take care of it.

The glow deepened, pulsating in waves. As the light fades, we see her clutching a sword. The sword hummed, a low, steady sound that filled the room. My heart pounded in rhythm with it, each beat laced with both awe and fear. Around me, I could feel everyone holding their breath. My breath catches. I know that sword. I gave it to her on her eighteenth birthday—the day we became the First Order. It’s as pristine as the day I gifted it to her, the engravings on its blade shining as if they were just carved. Damien takes another step back, his face ashen, eyes wide with worry. Caleb and Austin finally shift their focus to him, their bodies going rigid.

He kept his eyes fixed forward, as if I were invisible. A tall, regal-looking man stood up from his seat next to the Alpha. "Let us enjoy this feast!" he declared, raising his goblet high. "Our Alpha, our King, our Lord, The First of his kind, has conquered lands for us to thrive for centuries now! Soon, the world will be ours. Let us celebrate and be merry!" A roar of cheers erupted, but it felt forced, tense. I could feel eyes darting toward me, whispers passing like waves through the crowd. I stayed rooted in my seat, too afraid to move or draw more attention.

I hope my roommate is good since I might need her help in unpacking, thanks to my loads of belongings. Before leaving, they all hugged me. "Honey, please take care okay? You are going to be away from us for the first time. Be careful of what you do and your actions. Whenever you need anything, call us anytime. We will come. Don't do anything that you will regret. Be careful and stay safe. I love you." Mamma said, tearfully. It must be hard for her too since it was the first time. I didn't want to tear up, for the vulnerability was something I hated to even be on its edge.

"No I'm the one who did all that.' "No you didn't, you're corrupt and you used your dirty ways to get there. I don't owe you a penny." "You're the reason my business had to suffer a loss. And that thing was precious to me and now I want to take every single precious thing in your life right before you until you beg me not to." "You don't scare me ." He looked up to the man slighty taller than him. "Make them kneel ," he ordered the man next to him and he roughly pushed them down and crashed on their knees my mother letting a little whimper as they made contact with the floor.

Then, I said just loud enough for them to hear, "This is my treasure. I have to make sure it's safe. It's worth a fortune." My voice wasn't loud, but it was just enough to catch their attention. Amelia paused while adjusting her hair and glanced my way. I knew there was no way they'd leave my things alone. Once the box was in place, I slung my bag over my shoulder and left the dorm. I hadn't even made it far from campus when our dorm leader, Madeline Brooks, called me in a panic. "Emma, you need to get back here right now. There's been an incident in the dorm!"

My baby bump wasn’t out yet, I was finishing my third month in a week and I knew I should be getting ready for the baby bump. That is if I researched the right thing. If not… whatever happens happens, Drake brought this upon us, and I know he going through the consequences on his own. “Waiter!” Another customer calls and I almost groaned out in frustration but I held myself. I take their other and go back behind the counter to get it ready when the chimney dings again and another customer enters. “Welcome sir, please have your seat I’ll be with you shortly” I greet, not looking up from my sticky note as I try to prepare the other customer’s order.

He pinched my nose and gave it a peck later. “What do you mean by keeping me off my feet? Doctor, I’m allowed to work aren’t I?” ‘Of course you are. You can go on with your regular activities but it is important you know that you should not overdo anything now. The first trimester is usually the most important so you need to know what your limits are and shouldn’t try to exceed them no matter how tempting or urgent it looks” He explained “I think I am safe because I don’t overwork myself and now that I have another being in me, I’ll be extra careful” Then I turned to Atticus “And that means you cannot tell me not to go to work”

I started to finally drift off to sleep my thoughts going mute. That’s when I felt it too late. It was like one thousand tons laying on my chest, pushing me through my bed and into another veil. I tried to push back but wasn’t strong enough. This power was strong! I mentally called out to Michael. I touched the crest on my chest it lite up, I knew Michael would not only feel the burn of it but would know that I was in trouble.