Passing Novels & Stories

I not gonna pass it . " lead the way then"

We're seeing the change firsthand. He leans down and kisses me softly. This is like New Years... oh wait. "Thank you for this. The future's going to be better because of you." Terra nods with a warm smile. He presses the buttons on the device once more, and the bright light sends us through time. The End.

Only one path left. Through.

Confirm. Just like that.

Not breaking. Waiting.

The car halts at once, but despite the nature of my request, he never takes his eyes off me. My body freezes. That beastly fury begins taking over my senses. My vision blurs, adrenaline spikes, yet a strange, fleeting calm settles deep inside me as I step into the brush. I stop unexpectedly. All I hear are my own heartbeats and the cracking branches beneath the trees. A warm, fleeting but powerful scent reaches me. When I turn toward the road, I see a black car-a sleek Ferrari speeding toward us at a breathtaking pace. A smile spreads across my lips, and I rush back out to the roadside.

"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."

The video showed surveillance footage of an office, where only three people were present—Jerry, Monica, and the travel pass reviewer. Jerry stared at the paper in his hand, clearly fuming. It was the travel pass I'd submitted. The reviewer kept talking nervously, his face apologetic as he lowered his head. With a sharp motion, Jerry slammed the travel pass down on the desk. Two minutes and 15 seconds later, Jerry finally waved the reviewer off. The reviewer let out a relieved sigh and hurried away. Monica stood beside Jerry, handing him a cup of coffee with a tight smile. His arm shot out, knocking the cup to the floor, and she stumbled back, startled.

POV. Eric Lafallete. After talking to my mates and reassuring them, especially Isabella, I get up from the ground and begin to walk towards where Peter is, who is calling me from afar. The firefighters have almost extinguished all the fire that was spreading at the entrance, so they have given us the pass to approach the complex. “Alpha, do you copy me?” It's the bomb squad leader who's communicating via mental link. “Yes, I copy you.” I spoke.

It was a simple directive, but it carried weight: *Move to Phase Two. The watcher’s lips curved into a small, almost imperceptible smile. Things were progressing faster than expected, but that was just fine. They thrived in uncertainty, in the rush of high-stakes moves. The game was heating up, and it was time to put more pieces into play.