Quarter Life Novels & Stories

“We are so close, Kai.” He gestured toward the field. “Quarter finals. Semi finals. Finals.”

“The other Quarters,” Marions answers. “That was one of our problems last time we revolted against the kingdom. I was trying to organize and lead too many humans by myself.” Sebastian’s breath comes out heavy. He doesn’t like how much Marion is revealing to me. “Over the past two decades,” she goes on, “we’ve separated into four sections: the First Quarter is here in the Northwest, the Second Quarter in the Northeast, the Third in the Southwest, and the Fourth in the Southeast. Each Quarter has its own leader, which also allows us options should one of the leaders be killed.”

They like neat little boxes they can put the future into. "Second quarter." I don't look at my notes because I don't need them. "Assuming regulatory approvals remain on schedule, we'll begin the rollout in Q2 next year." It's actually the truth. It also happens to be the only outcome I'm willing to acknowledge. I don't build contingency plans in boardrooms…I build certainty. Patricia smiles faintly and makes a note without another question. Damon quietly places his pen on top of the folder in front of him and I notice it immediately. Richard only puts his pen down when he's finished with the paperwork and is about to ask the question that isn't written anywhere in it…I've watched him do it o

Alexander's shoulders were in the right position. Eleanor still noted this at their quarterly lunches, which she still had—they had not become biannual or occasional or annual, they had remained quarterly because Eleanor's value of consistency was not rhetorical. She noted it the way she noted other things that pleased her: with the specific brief acknowledgement of someone who had been watching for a long time and was confirming that the thing she'd been watching for was still there.

The Ground stable underneath it. The quarterly report filed, read, acknowledged. The second quarter already starting. The work.

Judy smiled and said, “Cousin, you can’t do that! We’re born in a family like the Larsen family, we can’t decide on our own marriage! Well, you’re quite lucky though. The second young master of the Quarters family is coming to Michigan soon. His target is very clear, it’s you! The Quarterses’ patriarch has talked to Grandpa about this matter. It’s basically cast in stone. You’ll soon be the Quarterses’ daughter-in-law soon.” “What? The Quarterses of Alaska?!” Phoebe exclaimed. Her expression turned very awful. She knew about the Quarterses of Alaska. They had a far greater existence than the eight royal families of America and many in the family were high officials and noble persons. On the

And not just given, but given in the most objective manner possible, lest he be humiliated by the men and women around him. The executive cleared his throat and flashed his trademark grin. Like most of the corporation's upper-echelon types, Quinn was something of a face jockey and relied on his looks to ease the way. "Yes, thank you Agatha. In spite of some bright spots, and what I would characterize as excellent prospects, the last quarter was more than a little disappointment".

Every inch the boss who could make interns sweat and executives rethink their life choices. He didn’t look up. I cleared my throat. “Mr. Cruz?” My voice came out smaller than I intended, perfectly pitched for the game. “I’m… sorry I’m late with the quarterly report.” His fingers paused over the keys. He lifted his gaze—those piercing blue eyes sharp, cool, assessing. The same look that once pinned me against a dorm-room door and still turned my knees weak twenty-five years later. “Mr. Summers,” he said, low and controlled, every syllable clipped. “You’re thirty-seven minutes late. Again.”

IN THE SYNTAX QUARTER, “ Did you see what I see?” Victoria asked Luna and Jacob who was with her in the living room watching an action movie. “ What?” Luna and Jacob asked. “ It felts like Devon is glowing, I even noticed the little smile on his face.” Victoria gossiped. “ And why is that?” Luna asked in a frown. “ It felts like he is happy.” Victoria said and grinned widely. “ What’s wrong with that, everyone can be happy.” Luna said.

I roamed my eyes around and saw a young man sitting beside me, staring and looking amused. "Bad dream or good dream?" He asked smiling. I almost forgot that I was currently on my way to London by train and I kind of regretted choosing an Economy seat. I should have chosen Standard Premier Class or Business Premier in that case I could daydream without getting bothered and embarrassed by the person sitting next to me. Being too thrifty could be a little disadvantageous at times.