The Moments Novels & Stories

“Mia, work ran late. I’m sorry. I can’t make it home for dinner. I’ll bring home your favorite mango mousse cake, okay?” I stared at the message for a moment and then typed back: “There’s no need. Be good to Summer. I wish you both happiness for the rest of your lives.” With that, I shut off my phone and boarded the flight. Half an hour later, Lucien was still at dinner with Summer, unaware of my message until his phone rang. It was his assistant. “Alpha Lucien,” the voice said, tense. “There’s been a plane crash. One of the evening flights just went down.”

I hung up decisively and handed my laptop to Dad's secretary, Abbie Burke, signaling it was time to leave. Seeing that I was finally free, Abbie scooted over. "Ms. Lamb, ready?" I nodded. Smiling, she opened the laptop and slammed the send button. Moments later, the helicopter lifted off. As I looked down at the land below, memories of the past three years floated through my mind. Strangely, they were a bit hazy. I actually hadn't shared that many moments with Adrian. It was the fleeting joy before the wedding that had kept his act alive for three years, and it was those naive memories that had kept me holding on.

The terror of someone who had been hurt so many times that opening up felt like walking onto a battlefield unarmed. He stood with it for long enough that Elijah had time to think: this is one of those moments. The kind that exists as a unit of time with a before and an after. The kind you know you are inside while you're inside it, which almost never happens. Most moments pass without you noticing them—they're just the texture of ordinary life, the background hum of existence. But every so often, a moment arrives that announces itself, that demands to be recognized, that changes the shape of everything that comes after.

Twenty seven days of compound life and four years of Marcus Lucien cold distance and thirty years of Marre's network and everything that threaded between them resolved in eleven minutes of signatures in the afternoon light. I watch from the edge of the room. Not excluded, I am exactly where I chose to be, which is at the edge of a moment that belongs to other people. Lucien and Marcus at the table. Reth with the witness pen. My mother in her new role, composed and present and building in the open for the first time in twenty nine years. Gregor in the doorway not part of the signing, but there, because Lucien asked him to be there, which is its own eleven minute moment contained within the la

Like the dam was building up and at any moment it could burst. "Look at me," Landon said holding Ana's hand. Ana looked up at Landon and he could see the tears still glistening in her eyes. He held her to his chest and it was at that moment that the dam burst. Ana started crying in earnest. It was a culmination of everything. Her mother, her pregnancy, then Jack who she really thought would support her not caring. She really didn't understand her life sometimes. Why did it have to be so fucked up? "Look at me. Look at me Ana," Landon said after a while. "I'm still here okay? I won't leave you. Now stop crying and tell me what's wrong."

She wants to earn much more money to retire soon. Later, Daisy witnessed too many friends and colleagues struggling because of cosmetics. When going to the market, or anywhere, they must make up. They are afraid they are not beautiful in other eyes. They take much time to see themselves in the mirror per day. Their life is full of misery and frustration. Too tired.

Adriana said. Mrs Williams opened her mouth in shock. She adjusted her sitting position and. At that moment Alicia entered. She noticed the look on her mother's face She looked at Adriana and then Geraldine, the look on her face carried a question ‘ what's wrong’. Mrs Williams ignored her and asked Adriana

I knew it took her a lot of courage to say that out loud, and I loved her all the more for it. Life was made of pieces and moments, but sometimes, somehow, every moment in life become trivial, insubstantial when something so momentary happened. Thousand years spend before, thousand years that would come after, nothing would mean as much, when compared to that one moment. It was that moment for me. Right now. Right here. I knew nothing had ever felt so momentous. Nothing would. Not even my coronation would come close to this. "For us,” Shade whispered. ”You know I love her too!”

Draken, squinting at the tower, remarked, "That doesn't look like any clock I've seen. There are too many hands, and they don't follow any pattern." Lysandra, her eyes narrowing in concentration, added, "It's not about the physical hands but the moments they represent. We must align significant moments in time." Seraphina, her wings shimmering with anticipation, asked, "Which moments? Time is vast, infinite." Tempora, a sad smile playing on her lips, replied, "That is the challenge. Moments of love, loss, hope, despair, beginnings, and ends. Moments that have shaped the course of realms."

The allure of the moment and the bonds of friendship tugged at her heart, creating a moment of decision and contemplation. In that suspended moment, surrounded by the energy of the party and the warmth of her friends, Hazel navigated the delicate balance between indulgence and restraint, between the spontaneity of youth and the mindfulness of her choices. As she weighed her options, the echoes of laughter and music filled the air, the pulse of the party inviting her to join in the celebration and create memories that would last a lifetime.