Someday Maybe Novels & Stories

She must be sleeping I thought. Aden "Hi Sorry to bother you. I wanna ask you something." Mel "This time of night you called for asking something? Is it urgent?" Aden "I want to take you out for dinner tomorrow night. Would you like to come? Please." There wasn't any response for some moments. Aden "Mel are you still there?" Mel "I can't come. I am busy somewhere." Aden "Tomorrow is Sunday. Have you forgotten?" Mel "I had to go somewhere else. I won't be free in evening."

"Someday." The word someday between us, in this box, at this opera, with my husband thirty feet away finishing a conversation with a senator, was the most dangerous thing either of us had said. It implied a future. A continued thread. A next time that was more than the social fiction of the note handoff on the gallery steps. I turned and looked at him directly.

We fall asleep like that. Still joined. Like if we stay connected maybe tomorrow won't come. Maybe we can stay in this moment forever. But we can't.

The words flowed effortlessly, each syllable a calculated move in the intricate game I was now determined to play. Lydia, the message began, its simplicity masking the complex web of emotions and motivations that lay beneath. Let's meet tomorrow evening at NEW Age suites. The message, brief and stark, held within it the weight of my intentions, the unspoken promise of confrontation, and the potential for everything to change. As I hit send, a mix of anticipation and dread surged through me. This was the opening gambit, the first move in a game where the stakes were higher than ever before. The next chapter of my life, the one I had meticulously planned, was about to begin.

I could argue the terminology, but Mireya was close. “Maybe trade?” I collapsed on the edge of my bed. “This whole thing is crazy. I feel like I’ve been thrown a hundred years into the past.” My cousin sat at my side and covered my hand with hers. “Remember when we used to stay up half the night talking about our Prince Charming?” “In those scenarios, we chose our own prince.” “We were too young to know the way things are arranged.” She looked at me and looked down. “Mama said it was almost me.”

Additionally, I had the burden of depression on top of everything else. I saw Mark nod. "Can I go to work? I mean, can you keep your wife and the others from bothering me?" As long as they didn't disturb me, I could work in peace. Because I still owed Chris 140 dollars. I had thought that if I died, I wouldn't have to pay it back. Now that I was still alive, I'd pay it back. I didn't want to owe them. It was them, or rather, it was his sister, Wendy, who owed me.

◇ “Do you plan to live here permanently?” one woman asked. Riley answered, “I’m staying with my grandfather right now. But I’m still figuring a lot of things out.” “And college?” “Still figuring that out too.” “Will you become involved with the Whitmore businesses?” “Undecided.” “What are your plans for the future?” “Undecided.” Riley paused. “...That word is useful.” The woman laughed. “You’re eighteen. Of course your future is undecided.” “Right?” From a short distance away, Grant gave a slight nod.

"Want me to give you a call? So that you can, you know, kiss and may be make up as well?" "We are over." "Hard to believe."

And for some reason I didn't feel like going back, but if I didn't anytime soon, Jeremiah might turn the house to something else. ""Good morning Chelsea" I yawned, rising from bed. Chelsea was fast asleep, she snores in the cutest way ever, she continued sleeping as I came down from the bed Today was my day off, and Mr. Noah always loved this day, maybe because he was free from his medications and it was a lecture free day for him. He mostly calls me and tell me how peaceful his day had been without no one to disturb him.

I'm gonna be back in Mexico tomorrow and my return is gonna be hot. Sasha Lee should better watch out. Stapsy ❣️ 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭 . . . . To be continued