Rendezvous Novels & Stories

The week had been perfect, and today would make or break us. I needed to either move forward or move on—her answer this afternoon would determine which direction I went at the crossroad before me. I could only pray our paths were the same. "Are we on a timetable?" "Not really, we have reservations at eight-thirty tonight. Nothing's set in stone prior. Why?"

Lucien expresses, to be cut off by Raya who quickly averts his depressed topic. "There's a tall bell tower to the citadel of this village. That's our rendezvous point, at sunset. Until then, gather all you need. I'm off now." Says Raya as the three disperse to find intel, food, goods and more intel while they will be staying here. At around dusk, as instructed, Kohl reaches the rendezvous point with tons of food in both of his hands. "Huh? Am I early?" He began scratching his head.

It was as if the universe had orchestrated their meeting, weaving a tapestry of destiny that unfolded with each step they took together. Their journey led them to a clear path, almost like a road. Just off the path, you could see the shape of a house bathed in sunlight, nestled among tall oak and pine trees. Looking closer, it wasn't just one cabin; there were several, some close to each other and some farther into the distance. John couldn't hide his astonishment and blurted out, "What's all this?" Darius, with a warm smile, responded, "Welcome to Wildwood Haven, John."

I rub my lips together, ensuring the fresh color is spread evenly across them. "Stop saying that. We're here now so you're officially stuck with me for the weekend." Elliot parks the car in the lot beside a white, rustic-style barn. This was Anna's dream venue for the wedding. The rehearsal dinner is hosted behind the barn in a rose garden and . I watch as friends and family make their way to the tables.

Maggie peeked out the tinted windows of the town car nervously as they pulled up in front of the event. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to meet Zane inside and felt her anxiety levels spike. She was just about to pull the phone out of her purse and call him when she saw his familiar tousled, blonde hair coming down the steps. She breathed a sigh of relief as he made it down the steps just as the driver opened the back door for her.

The flight back from Site Thirteen had the quiet finality of something sacred just concluded. But peace, we would learn, was always temporary. We were halfway across the archipelago when Raven picked up the signal. It wasn’t a distress beacon. It wasn’t anything from the old networks. It was a tone. Low. Piercing. Familiar. Kira bolted upright from sleep before the rest of us even registered it. Her eyes snapped open, wide and unblinking.

I could vaguely remember when we talked about being a vegetarian, but they weren’t vegetarians. “So that’s what we’ll use right?” Rowena asked. “What if we aren’t near the camp when she whistles?” Oisin asked. Phoenix thought for a moment before he came up with a solution for this problem. “In that case, Rowena will whistle three times. There should be an internal between them, let’s say three minutes each. The third whistling should have a slightly different tone to mark it. The fire whistle tells you to get into position, the second one tells you to get ready and the third one tells you to move.” Phoenix said.

“And this ‘Punctual Rendezvous’—is that what we, in the non-system theory world, call a date?” “The term ‘date’ is vague,” Viktor argued, looking at his chart. “A ‘rendezvous’ is precise. It has a scheduled start and end time. We discuss linear algebra and the efficient deployment of resources. Last week, we discussed the philosophical merits of recursive loop functions over a shared bowl of borscht.” “That sounds… deeply romantic, Viktor,” I said, genuinely touched by his awkward sincerity. “And the goal of this schedule optimization? Is it to maximize your time with Elena?”

, Levi, ever the saint, places a hand on Ronan’s chest. Tatum looks at the dance floor then at me, “Are we really doing this? You all want this?” I want her. “No”, Drex spits, “This is for survival. We are not falling for her again. Mate or not. Ronan gets Ford and I’ll get her. We rendezvous at Jericho’s. And incase anyone here’s too pussy whipped to forget, we have a game in two weeks. We can’t afford screwing up.” “Got it, grandpa”, Levi has the last word.

Carefree. And there was a red crosshair over each of their faces. Reading the caption under the photo, my blood went cold. Your husband has the next twelve hours to deliver Marcus. You have two hours to rescue them. The Riverside Café. Come alone. Bring the antidote formula. No police. No Reaper.”