Let Them Watch Novels & Stories

So much so we made a freaking pact none of us were allowed to watch it on our own, with our partners or with our best friends unless all four of us were in the room and present, ready to watch. Once the usual N*****x intro finishes everyone’s attention turns toward the screen and never wavers for the next 2 hours. Our eyes are glued to the screens but after the heart beat slows and breathing returns to normal over the pure intensity of what we’ve just consumed. Em yawns at the same time a faint snore comes from the other end of the couch. I look over to find Josie now fully cuddled up to Austen with her eyes closed and the faint rise and fall of her chest fluttering away.

But I was not having it I wasn't in the mood to watch any movies, all I wanted was to find my Luna, my Victoria! "Come on big brother won't you support brother Jack? Please at least just watch it once and see him on TV we promise it will be fun. Brother, please we want to spend some time with you just like the good old days." They both dragged me down stairs to the TV room even though I clearly didn't want to but I had no other choice. They would keep begging and whining until I gave them what they wanted. "He is here!!" both boys said in unison as we entered the TV room were Aaron and his mate with their little kids and Jasmine, Jennifer and Jessica were sited waiting for me, so they can st

The night before our engagement party. My fiancé's childhood sweetheart, Isabella, said she had a "family welcome" for me. A little tradition, she said. For a "nobody." She tricked me. Lured me to the family's private boathouse on the lake. Then she opened the floodgates. Let the freezing lake water pour in. Icy water seeped over my ankles. On the shore, guests from the five Chicago families. They held their drinks. They watched me struggle. Watched me fight for my life. She smiled like an angel. Her words were pure poison. "Doesn't Alessia know all about rules? Let's see how low she'll go for Nico." My fiancé, Nico Falconetti, heir to the family, stood by the warm bonfire. Watching me acros

“Someone opened the gate. Someone is already inside the estate.” Mrs. Ward’s expression tightened, but she kept her voice calm. “Which is why we need to stay exactly where we are.” Lena forced a shaky breath. “He said to stay with you. So… so I’ll stay. I promise.” Mrs. Ward nodded once, approvingly. “Good girl. Come.” She led Lena back into the surveillance room. The monitors flickered with night-vision feeds—grainy black-and-green images of the grounds. Trees swayed. Grass rippled in shadows. Nothing moved. Nothing breathed.

Mia is nominally keeping them company and actually rehearsing a conversation in her head. She waits for a natural pause. Then, "what are we doing tonight? After dinner?" "Dinner and home," Alice says, without looking up. "Just the three of us." "What if we watched something in the media room? It's been months—the screen's probably forgotten we exist." Ethan looks at her over his coffee. "A film?" "Not a film." She edges slightly closer to her mother's side. "There's a match tonight. Global broadcast. I thought—you could watch with me. I always get nervous watching alone."

I took a seat at the table, writing down thoughts and ideas on various watch strategies-something we could propose to the council next week. With new information coming in every other day from different watch stations, it's a constant endeavor for the Warriors and Fighters to stay one step ahead of the demons. Determining where they've been previously spotted, the number of sightings, and the possibility of battle breaking out at any moment, the process can be overwhelming.

Let them deliberate. Let them wonder.

“But I don’t think I can if I don’t watch this.” Jayden reaches for her hand across the table. “I’m going to watch mine again. I think I’ll hear it differently now.” “We’ll watch it with you,” I say. “Whenever you’re ready. If that’s what you want. Doesn’t have to be now. We’ll be back.” Lisa nods, lips pressed together. Her eyes shimmer with the promise of tears, but she doesn’t let them fall. “I’m ready.” “Now?” I ask her. “Yes.”

They just stood still, just long enough to watch them start. ---

After saying his piece, Evan reached for the door and closed it behind him for Beverly. She instantly stepped forward and locked the door. Only then did her taut nerves relax, and she leaned weakly against the door. Her gaze drifted to the TV screen. The gala was being streamed live, and a magician was performing at that moment. He was inviting front-row audience members to participate, and Beverly caught sight of Esther sitting in James' lap, looking eager, excited, and absolutely delighted.