Making Connections Novels & Stories

Looking at him carefully then, I saw the dark circles underneath his eyes. “How does one go from being friends to enemies and then to friends before finally settling on being lovers?” Blake and I exchanged looks and a little smile. “Look at that face, dad. How could you not fall for that?” His dad gave him a deadpan look but with an amused smile attached to it. “Besides, it’s basic Friends-Enemies-Friends-Lovers 101. Ish naw as diffco and conlicated as mosh people woud shink.” He said that last part through a mouthful of hot bread.

"A connection that goes beyond just knowing each other's names." Raphael's expression didn't change, but I could see a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. "What kind of connection?" he asked, his voice a little softer. I smiled, feeling a sense of hope. "A connection that only comes from sharing a deep and meaningful experience," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "A connection that can't be broken, no matter what happens." Raphael's eyes searched mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of recognition. But it was quickly replaced by a look of confusion, and I realized that I still had a long way to go.

It made no sense. ‘Woah, woah,’ Nia started. ‘Okay, maybe not jealousy then before you rip my head off. But I can sense a connection between us, and it’s growing stronger with each passing moment. I can't explain it. But it is there, and it is pulsating from the inside.’ I furrowed my brow, trying to make sense of her words. ‘What do you mean by 'connection'?’ I asked. ‘There’s just a connection between us that seems to intensify anytime Chase is near us. Even if you want to deny it, I’m sure you can feel it too. No matter how little.’

"If I can heal a connection, maybe I can sever one." "Maybe is doing a lot of work in that sentence." "It's all I've got." Another howl. Closer. East. The circle was tightening. We had minutes, not hours. I could feel them converging, their shared bonds humming with coordinated intent, six threads pulling toward a single point. Us. I dropped to my knees. Pressed my palms flat against the forest floor. The earth was cold and damp and alive beneath my fingers, roots threading through the soil like veins, the whole forest connected in ways I was only beginning to understand.

Cami glanced at her. “I didn’t feel like I was missing anything.” Ariana considered that. “Or like anything was missing from you?” Cami shook her head slightly. “No.” A pause. “But I still thought about you both.” That landed softly. Not heavily. Just… honestly. — Mateo spoke then. “That’s what connection looks like when it’s steady.” Cami looked at him. “Even when you’re not together.” “Especially then,” he said. A pause. “Otherwise it’s dependence.”

I said. "You hold the whole," she said. "The center frequency. Everything coming back here to be understood in relation to everything else." She paused. "What I do is different. I hold the connections. Not the whole. The specific links between specific things." She paused. "How the teaching centre in Nana's territory connects to the centre in Darko's valley. How the bond health work Efua is doing in one territory informs what Kofi is doing in another." She paused. "I hold the specific connections so you do not have to track all of them individually." I looked at her.

As he let go of me, it felt like a strange force forcefully yanked me away from him. ‘What just happened? What can’t I speak to Max again?’ Maya complained, also confirming that she could no longer feel the connection. “This is all so messed up. We have to leave this place first.” He held my hand again and the link suddenly reconnected. Max and Maya were excited to meet each other again like they didn’t just visit each other in the link a few seconds ago. ‘It’s back.’ I announced and stared at his hand. He let go of me and the link disconnected. With a stern face, he held me again and the link reconnected. ‘It seems like physical contact will automatically establish some kind of link between

“But how do you see the lines?” Aelia seemed to take in Sam before speaking. “There are three colors of connections. The two prominent ones are white and red.” “Red being for fated?” Sam asked, now genuinely interested. I smiled, once he was given something he didn’t have a lot of information on, suddenly he was a little kid asking a million questions. For once, I was glad it wasn’t aimed at me but I wondered how well Aelia would take it. “Correct. Red is the fated mates. Some connections you can actually see are broken and some continue on that leads to their other half.”

Deciding it was best to speed up this whole thing I closed my eyes and focused on the world around me. Mindlinking with someone I was close to wasn't the hardest of things to do, but connecting with someone I had only met a few times would most likely prove to be difficult. As I centered myself I could begin to feel Kim's familiar presence. She seemed highly confused, but the minute she realized I was the one communicating I could feel her utter excitemenet slam into me. 'Marissa!' Kim squealed as she allowed me to fully link with her. 'I was just thinking about you!'