The Moment Like This Novels & Stories

She sent a text to her friend on their group page. C: Why aren’t you here Maddison? I feel like I’m going to lose it. M: I managed to excuse myself, cramps are the new excuse. J: Tell me what’s going on, let’s make jest of these people. C: There’s a snotty man laying beside me. Expensive shoes and all that but no class. M: Take a picture!

A wild wind stirred up the waves, and they lunged at the ship once more. I, Leah Dursley, clutched my stomach and clung firmly to my seat, too afraid to move. The storm crashed its way inside through the shattered windows. The familiar scene of chaos in front of me made me shudder involuntarily. I had been reborn, and not only that, I had been reborn at this critical moment. The security officer of Michael Yates stumbled toward me, holding the last life jacket. "Wear this, Mrs. Yates! Hurry!"

I quickly adjusted my lens and snapped shot after shot, capturing the breathtaking moment. “Wow,” he murmured as he peeked at my screen. “That’s amazing. You’re seriously talented.” I scratched my head a little shyly. “I’m okay. I’ve been practicing for about a month now.” He looked at me seriously for a moment and then said, “Mia, your photos are full of life. You must really love the world around you.” I blinked, a little surprised, but then I smiled. “Maybe going through hard times helped me learn how to appreciate the good in life.”

The doctor said, "If we can't find a suitable bone marrow match, a month at most." One month. Serena closed her eyes. She thought about Luca's cold, indifferent gaze. She thought about him calling her and Mattia's lives worthless. She thought about Gabriele's disgusting face. She thought about the cameras, the comments, and the laughter. She also thought about one other person—Adriano. The man who had pushed her into hell was now the only person who could save Mattia. She gripped her phone, her palm slick with sweat. The first call went unanswered, and so did the second. She could not tell if she felt disappointed or relieved, but Mattia could not wait any longer. When the third call connect

He quickly cleared his throat. “I am in the bathroom.” The other person was about to open when they heard his voice. “Sorry sir I didn’t know it was occupied.” It was one of the junior workers and his voice was shaking from fear. I was relieved my momentum was distu…….. I didn’t finish that as his finger went deep inside. He was not even scared we were almost caught. “How are you calm?” “They are called stolen moments for this reason. The adrenaline, the zeal and anticipation should feel like this.”

You can wear one of my hoodies if you'd like. Me: Aww, sure. Aiden: Bye Me: Bye. My insides are mourning. Wishing deep down that these texts were from Zander. I feel like I'm a tool, using Aiden Buckland. I may end up liking the guy. But, I'm going along with it until fate tells me otherwise. Fate is the sound my heart beats to. It's the rhythm of my soul, my inner compass. No one can tell me which way to go. Or where to turn.

An invisible force clenched my heart in a merciless grip. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead like raindrops. Every tick of the clock hammered against my chest, each second a tormenting reminder of the passing time. I picked up the paper card with trembling hands, my lips quivering as I forced myself to speak. "There's still time," I said, my voice shaky but desperate. "We're withdrawing money from different banks. The amount you're asking for is too much—it takes time to gather it all."

With her here, and the moon acting as our silent guardian, the universe condenses into this small, perfect moment. In that instant, I realize that in these past few weeks, she’s perhaps the only right thing that has happened me.

"He's intelligent, but he lacks patience. He's arrogant and reckless. Your job is to keep an eye on him." She spoke plainly, and I answered just as directly. "I understand, Mother." Lydia's fingertips paused ever so slightly. It was the first time I had addressed her that way. She didn't correct me. For an instant, her eyes lit up. She slid a black credit card bearing the family crest across the table and said gently, "You've earned a day off today. Go look around. Buy whatever you like." It was my first day off in an entire year. It was also the first time I had left the estate in that year.

After I unzipped the compressed file, I played the video. In a church that had seen better days, a young man, looking to be about 18, was playing an old piano. The sunlight streaming in illuminated his bleached shirt, causing him to almost glow. The clean, innocent vibe he gave off was like a breath of fresh air, a gentle spring breeze caressing one lightly. Despite only half her face being visible, it was clear from Sylvia's profile that she was smiling gently. Her gaze was also full of adoration as she lost herself in the soothing music.