Initial D 3rd Stage Movie Novels & Stories

Cela just smiled. The viewing starts in a few minutes. Everyone gets ready to take their seats. Almost everyone came except for Nate. Good thing, Lora didn’t tell Cela about her invitation. It was supposed to be a surprise for her but fate surely has a different plan for the night. A mix of emotions sweeps the viewers of the TV adaptation of the book. It’s the last of the three in the series and it’s quite different from the first two stories that were carefully planned.

Alex was the first to say, "the girl is mine. She is my mate and I've already claimed her." "Wrong" Evans replied, "she is my mate and neither of you stands a chance against me." Matt yelled, "fuck off you two. No one is going to keep me away from my mate." I couldn't understand what was going on. Were they about to fight over me, the supposed monster who had just gotten dumped? What did they all mean by 'I was their mate'? And why the fuck will the three most wealthy and sought-after bachelors want to be with a nobody like me?

"There isn't always a third door, Aldric." "There's always a third door." I said, certain. "Sela just handed us the start of one. East picket, set wrong, a gap nobody minds. A girl on the inside who's already counting fires for us instead of waiting to be carried out. That's not a hostage. That's an accomplice who hasn't been told the plan yet."

“Then we’ll figure it out together. One step at a time.” Amara pulled me again for a hug before releasing me and gripping both of my shoulders, her eyes scanning my face with serious intent. “But Vera… are you really sure that he is the father?” I swallowed. Hard. The truth was—I wasn’t able to properly see what he looked like during our meeting in the hallway… nor during what happened after that. My vision had been too blurred, my head too heavy, everything spinning like a carousel. But the next morning, when sunlight seeped into the room and I blinked awake first—I saw him clearly.

"You used to be so bright and full of life. Over time, I got used to you, and the spark faded. Then Leticia appeared, and things spiraled out of control. "But I can't let go of all these years. Come back with me, and we'll start fresh. Please." I never imagined Ayden could be this shameless to say he saw a younger version of me in her. How dare he! Leticia stood still, wiping away her tears and slowly coming back to her senses. "What about our child? If you don't care about our child, I'll just jump from here." Leticia ran to the bridge and looked at the surging river below.

Melanie's eyes flashed with anger, and suddenly she clutched her stomach while exclaiming, "My stomach... Is the baby coming?!" Henry's face twisted in sudden panic, and he swept Melanie into his arms, bolting for the door. As he rushed by, Melanie's hand shot out, gripping my arm with a fierce tug. I stumbled, crashing to the ground as Wren's gasp echoed in my ears. Pain washed over me, turning my face ghostly pale. Wren, shaking, lifted me up, her voice breaking as she called for a doctor. Through the blur, I caught Henry hesitating for a split second, but then, he was gone, not once looking back.

I wake up the next morning puking my guts up, just like every other day I wake up before ten, but I have a business matter to attend to today so I don’t really have a choice. I pick myself up from the bathroom floor, then shower and brush my teeth quickly. Today is supposed to be even hotter than yesterday, and I kind of regret having worn the white dress. The city's humidity is killing me! I pick the next lightest color, a baby blue dress much like the one I wore yesterday, but it has spaghetti straps, not a tank top. I wrap my hair up in a messy bun and head down to the lobby as soon as Simon texts that he is nearby.

"Y-Yeah... why?" "Maybe there are clues in the notes. Is it still with you?" "I threw it away," she said, then switched the T.V. channel. She doesn't like late night shows anymore. More dramas and nonsense shows. "Oh," her friend said regretfully. "Keep the notes next time. You know... maybe one of these days he might introduce himself in a note." "His name is Third. That's always on the note, eh." "So, do you know anyone who has the same name?"

"But if you feel lethargic and want to have more rest, be my guest!" "No, I am fine!" Creed replied without a second thought."Let's get started." "Alright then!" Raymond explained the third stage. "Third stage is 'Awareness'. This time our primary target is to achieve any kind of positive result. This stage will not overwhelm you like before, it will be just difficult to execute. Since nobody had achieved this so, I have no visual clues about it."

Let the doctor take a good look—let's see how 'at risk' her fake baby really is after my so-called push. Yeah, we're doing this. Court clerk in the living room. Classic rich Dad power play.