Look Both Ways Novel Novels & Stories

My daughter, Lily, was hit and dragged for two whole miles by a drunk driver. I rushed her blood-drenched body into the emergency room. While the doctors saved her, I collapsed onto the floor in the hallway. With the last ounce of strength left in my body, I sent a text to my husband, Howard. [Lily is in critical condition. Get to the hospital now!] A few seconds later, my phone chimed with a reply. [Stay safe. I’ll be over as soon as I wrap things up here.]

My hand starts moving, and I realize I’ve written three words in tiny, cramped letters in the corner of the page: > Don’t look back. I don’t know if that’s about the predators. Or him. Either way, I can’t stop thinking about the way they scattered the second he arrived. And the way he didn’t look at them once he had. He looked at me. ---

Sorry let me see it" He said ..I shook my head,my fears increased..He may not take it lightly. "Hm" He sighed.."Let me carry you to your room then" He said and my eyes widened...God !! He's really getting close to carry me..He's gonna see his torn novel and yell at me. "No" I said afraid...Bringing up my hand to disagree,i didn't realise that was the hand i was using to hold the novel, it spilled out and i felt my body vibrate,he took a long surprised look at it then buried his face in his palms,his hands pushing through his soft hair.

"Snipers are in position. He's at the top-floor window across the square. Your call." "Not yet," I said. "He's got a backup plan." This wasn't suicide. It was just the opening of a larger game. "This is between me and him," I muttered, studying the bomb and mentally dissecting every wire. It was a brilliant, chaotic trap, defying all manuals. Only Rita's erratic intuition could navigate it. Any standard protocol would turn it into a fireball. Patrick was forcing me to play her game. He was trying to prove that they were right and that I was the fool who'd stifled their brilliance.

Still “Thanks; I’m fine now.” What’s next? I’m sorry I tried to seduce you. She came and joined me as I stood next to the window and looked outdoors. The view is very stunning. New York was completely enveloped in thick fog, and a strange kind of calm and quiet pervaded the city. “Can I return home?” What? My face turns to face with her, but I don’t look into her eyes; instead, I look at her lips. Motherfucker, don’t look there. When she saw I was looking at her, she cleared her throat.

I gazed at her longer to get a better look. That was when she also looked at me. “Oh…” Her eye colour… “Suna?” Clairmont stopped beside me. He seemed to follow my gaze when he asked, “Who’s that with Carter?” “Oh, that?” I unconsciously smirked, somewhat excited. I mean… “That, is the revered Minerva Lyle Williams, the female protagonist of this novel!” …What are the chances that I get to meet the female lead here?

I asked, looking at Sinn, he just shrugged. "So what're you doing in a place like this? Shouldn't be out enjoying your life, war isn't pretty Karma," Lyst said rubbing her thumb on my cheek. "I'm looking for a friend, would you have happened to see him?" I asked. "Ugh, the rude boy in white? He came by here, I popped out to say hello but he just threw his coat at me. I have horns but I'm no coat rack," Lyst said fuming, as fire exploded off the top of her head.

I didn't know what it was but the way the person was reading the book seemed important. Suddenly the woman looked at me but she was not actually looking at me.She was looking through me at what was behind me.Her face was blurry. I looked over my shoulder and saw the door of the room was open. The woman walked through me. I looked down at myself then back at the door . The woman was not there anymore. I went out of the room. Outside there was a vese shattered on the floor and the stool was laying on the floor. No one was there on that floor.

Point of View: Nova The first light of dawn filtered through the trees, casting long shadows over the grove. The young Omegas stirred slowly, tails twitching, ears alert. I pressed my paws against the soft moss, watching them move. My green eyes were sharp, scanning every corner of the grove. Last night’s events—the traps, Soren’s appearance, Kael’s watchful gaze—still echoed in my mind. But now, daylight brought a different kind of danger: one that hid behind familiar faces.

Day one of the continuing choosing. I look at it. I look at him. He looks at me with the dark eyes and the fourteen years and the green notebook that was chosen to contain important things and is doing exactly that. "Day one," I say. "Day one," he says. Outside, the compound holds. As it always does. As it always will. The right amount.