Novel & Cerita The One Where No One's Ready

Only then did I notice a message from an unfamiliar number sitting in my inbox. [Cynthia, there's been a flood here. Your dad and I probably won't make it. We finally understand what you went through back then. You were all alone in a foreign place, and you must've been so helpless. Maybe this is our punishment. We're sorry. We don't ask for your forgiveness. We only hope you can forget about us and keep walking toward a brighter future.] I didn't feel a trace of satisfaction when I read it. After all, they had raised me for eighteen years.

“In my eyes, there’s nothing you can’t do when you put your mind to it. If you tell me you’re ready, I will believe you without question or hesitation. But the same goes for if you’re not. There is no benefit in rushing this. If you are not ready, I will send everyone away. I will make the excuses and we will go back upstairs right now. So, tell me — are you ready to try to shift?” My heart swelled with his words, but there was still a waiver of doubt in my gut. ‘We’re ready, Sutton,’ Nova spoke to me. ‘We can do this.’ Their assurance was all I needed. I smiled and nodded. “I’m ready.” He kissed me one more time before making the elevator move again. When the doors opened, Tarrah, Jaden, an

I was stunned and could only stare at Paulina in disbelief. "Are you messing with me, Ms. Reed? Ramona sits in the last row by the window. Don't you remember? She's the one who's really good at Elandric literature." Paulina was taken aback. She then reached out and touched my forehead gingerly. "You don't seem to have a fever," she said. "The last row by the window has been empty this whole time. Have you forgotten?"

"But you have no idea what's coming." The pieces were moving, the stakes were rising, and the storm was about to break. None of them were prepared for what the next few days would bring.

No wonder there were so many people with impaired mobility every day, but none of them spoke up. "Jennifer..." Mark called my name, and I stared at him with a vacant look. I coughed up blood and then passed out.

I can't give my life to that man. Footsteps were approaching. I don't know if it's Adam or Gavin. But whoever it is, I feel that soon, my world will come crashing down.

Having mate in a circle, they were too busy talking to notice that Jim walked on the stage as all the lights came to life above him. He put on his black cap and went up to the edge of the stage to take a good look at the place. The small group in the middle of all that empty space caught his attention, and he recognized Silvia among them, shoulder to shoulder with her little sister. Jim went to his microphone, letting his assistant plug the monitor behind his waist as he said, for the massive sound columns to thunder the whole stadium, “Hey, Tim, where are you, fucking bastard? You said it was a fucking sold out, so where the fuck’s everybody?”

“Raze is making the food now but said we don’t have any ice cream,” Lucian said hanging up his phone. “I will head to the store and get some once I know what kind to get everyone.” “Whoa there Little One, who all do you have with you?” Asher asked as the spitting clone of Jasmine walked into the living room. “Gumby Bear, Pichu, Twhywhite Spakle, Spite,” she said nervously.

I look at my hands. They’re empty. I don't have the leverage. I don't have the army. I have nothing. The door clicks. It’s opening. I don't run. I don't scream. I stand in the center of the room. I wait for them to walk in. I wait for the end. Because I know who’s behind that door. It’s not Marcus. It’s not Liam. It’s me. "Ready?" the voice asks. It’s my voice. "Ready to see who’s real?"

Something they didn’t expect. Something they weren’t ready for.