Inbetween Novels & Stories

Her heart was in-between her molars and premolars, ready to grind in an instant. "You got me worried" she cries, checking him out. "Sure you ain't hurt?" She asked and Kayden bobs in response. Anton stood there, watching them as if he doesn't exist. Whenever the mother and son are together, he is always the invisible guy. He always has to path his way in-between the two, to get them to see him. Well, he never mind not until he saw himself wanting to be even closer to Ashley, not her boss but something different.

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Ray lay on his side of the bed that night, keeping a deliberate distance from Samira. The room was silent except for the faint sound of the ceiling fan turning slowly above them. The air between them felt heavier than it ever had, weighed down by unspoken words and lingering doubts. Samira could sense the tension in Ray's body, the way he kept his back to her, as if touching her might shatter the fragile peace they had managed to hold onto since that call.

⸻ That Night In bed, wrapped in soft sheets and half-asleep limbs, Elena whispered into the dark: “I submitted a new series to the gallery.” Adrian’s voice was low. “Yeah?” “They want to feature it. In a permanent collection.” He smiled in the dark. “Proud of you.” “There’s more.” She hesitated. Then: “I named the series Falling Between Us.” Adrian turned toward her, fully awake now. “And why that?” “Because everything we thought was a fall…” she whispered, “turned out to be a way forward.” He kissed her forehead.

~Lexa~ “Please don’t be mean, I swear it was just a mistake.” She lets out a squeal, stopping me from going any further. Her hands lifted the board up to protect herself. Okay okay I’m damn confused. What’s going on? Is this another little plot of hers? I was dumbfounded and about to ask what’s gotten into her when his voice came up behind me. “You both seem busy?” He said calmly, his eyes calculative as he looked between us.

With a heavy sigh, I bent down to pick up my bag from the floor, my movements awakward, almost as if I was trying to buy myself some time to gather my thoughts and regain my dignity. “Hey.” The voice came from behind me, breaking the awkward silence that filled the air. It was low and calm, like a soothing balm, contrasting sharply with the chaos in my head. I straightened up, taking my time to get my bearings, and turned around. There stood Nick Marsh, leaning casually against the side of the stage, as if he had been there observing me the entire time. He looked all too relaxed, with his hoodie sleeves pushed up to his elbows and that ever-present hockey duffel tossed over one shoulder.

It wasn’t a confession but a glimpse into the resilience that had shaped her. The tension that had initially simmered between them, the unspoken power dynamics of boss and secretary, slowly dissipated, replaced by a fragile, unexpected connection. In the confined space, stripped of their titles and roles, they were just two people, sharing a moment of vulnerability. Suddenly, with a jolt that made them both instinctively brace themselves, the elevator lights flickered back to full power. A moment later, a voice crackled through the intercom. “This is building management. We’ve reset the system. The elevator should be operational now.”

Something that almost looked like worry. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The space between us felt heavy with all the things we weren’t saying. Then, without another word, Damian turned slightly toward the door. “You should put those in before you trip over something,” he said, tone gentler now. I nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah.” He moved toward the exit, and I watched him, the blurred outline of his form sharpening slowly in my mind even without the lenses yet in. “Damian,” I called softly.

I was holidaying on a resort island with Stephen. While sunbathing, I suddenly received an email. It was a scheduled email from 10 years ago. The sender? Myself. Feeling the seabreeze, I opened the email. [To you, ten years from now. [Dear Josephine, how are you? Are you doing well? Are you two still together? Have you found happiness? Has he given you the family that you always wanted?] A series of questions pulled my mind back to the past. I saw the past-me riddled with uncertainty and fear about the future.

Chapter 9: A Glimpse of Hope The atmosphere in Lucas Thorne's office was remarkably quiet, the type of silence that seemed to weigh down on the chest. Perched high above the bustling city, the space was a serene escape from the commotion below. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls offered a stunning view of the skyline, allowing sunlight to flood the room by day and city lights to twinkle at night. The office was elegantly furnished with a simple touch featuring a dark wood desk, sleek black leather chairs, and tidy shelves filled with files and awards.