Moving With Me Novels & Stories

Aria I run as fast as my legs can carry me, the slap of my shoes against the pavement echoing through the alley. No looking back. No thinking. Just moving. Only when my chest burns and my vision blurs from the rush do I dare slow down. A cab crawls by at the end of the street, and I wave frantically, my heart hammering against my ribs like it’s trying to break free. The driver pulls up, and I jump in, slamming the door behind me.

"Then spit it out!" "On the 17th … actually, it's a misunderstanding! That day, I was walking along Windshore Street and was lost in thought. I didn't look properly before crossing the road and a car almost ran me over. When I dodged, I bumped into a woman. We didn't hug each other or anything! If you don't believe me, ask your friend!" "Then what's all that about you going to the obstetrics department?" "I didn't go there! Your friend must be mistaken! I fell and went to check for any internal injuries."

I push back from the booth, my legs moving before my brain can catch up. I'm walking away. Yes! I'm fucking walking away from... Wait. Am I really? Because I don't think I'm moving.

Key My legs have improved, and we have also resumed our journey. And what made me feel bad was because of Damian. Yes, this man forced me to carry me walking. I've tried to dodge, but Joshua. That crazy man really insisted on following Damian's will. Though, I could walk on my own without bothering Damian who was now sweating from his forehead. I sighed again, wrapping my arms around Damian while wiping his sweat.

I step outside into the morning like I'm trying to outrun what happened inside. My phone buzzes in my purse. I already knew who it was. It was Aunt Regina. I didn't answer. She will want to know where I have been, and I can't explain this.I don't even know or understand what this is. Neither do I understand what just happened to me. Just that my body doesn't feel like mine, and my heart feels like it's breaking over something I can't even name. I walk , faster as possible. Like if i just keep moving, it will all disappear behind me.

Vibrations. I will beat you. I do not want to die anymore. The bus moved, a calm acceleration. Smoke drifted from the dented grill. Windshield wipers sprung to life and cut upturned Christmas trees in the blood.

I just had to move. Damien and Caroline were already moving, though Caroline stumbled as the ground beneath us buckled. Without a second thought, Damien reached for her, his hand firm as he guided her forward. She didn’t argue, not that there was time for that, and together they pushed through the chaos. Caleb tightened his grip on my arm, urging me forward, but the floor was shifting beneath us, and I could hear the distant sounds of the walls cracking, threatening to swallow us whole.

It’s moving forward, toward me. Slow at first. Heavy steps pressing into the earth like thunder. Then faster. “Oh shit,” I mutter, panic rising as I shove the car door open and stumble out. My feet hit the ground, and I start backing away, my heart racing. I glance behind me, then forward again. And my blood runs cold. It’s not just moving. It’s running straight at me. My breath catches. “Why me…?” I turn and try to run, but I barely make it a few steps before something slams into me—

I have no idea if we’ve lost anyone yet, but I can’t think about that now. Nuo, Vitali and I work as a unit moving around the fighting bodies as fast as we can. Nuo catches the nagata by surprise, or I use my Delta Spirit to temporarily bring them down, then Vitali and I slap the cuffs on them before moving to the next person. As we’re doing this I can feel so many emotions running through Mei. Worry and determination are at the forefront, but they’re quickly pushed aside when I feel a wave of shock soon followed by despair hit her. Her emotions hit me hard causing me to trip over my own feet.

The pain lingered for an entire day, only subsiding late at night when the effects of the drug finally wore off. Her body was drenched in cold sweat, and her face was pale, completely drained of color. It was then that Zoe called. Summoning all her strength, Mia answered the phone. “Hello—” “Sweetheart, it’s me,” Zoe said, her warm, gentle voice bringing a faint comfort. “I’ve taken care of all the paperwork for your move abroad. When are you planning to leave? I’ll book your flight.” Mia lay on the floor, her eyelashes trembling. She wanted to say she would leave at sunrise. She couldn’t stand another minute here.