The One Where No One's Ready Novels & Stories

"Elara is lying to me. How dare she lie to me about something like this?" "An ectopic pregnancy... surgery for something that major, and I didn't know? She's just throwing a tantrum." "She loves me too much to leave. She would never divorce me." He wouldn't believe it. He would think this was all a nightmare, a hallucination. He would want to fall asleep and wake up to find everything back to normal. But as he looked around the room, there was no bed, not even a chair. Only an endless blackness, the very color of despair.

No one moves. "Now."

I felt my own hand move without deciding to, settling against his forearm, fingers curling slightly into the fabric. One of us was going to close the last fraction of space between us, and the other was not going to stop them, and we both knew it and were staying, suspended, in the last possible moment before it became something you cannot un-become. Then Lucas made a sound. Not words. Just a small, sleepy, involuntary sound, the kind children make when they shift in their sleep, already unconscious again before it had fully left him. But it was enough. Julien stilled.

Recognition. Nobody spoke. The ballroom held its breath.

"I'll be ready." End of Chapter One Hundred and Twenty

You do not have to act on anything until you are ready. Ready. What does ready mean? I have spent my whole life being ready. Ready for tests. Ready for presentations. Ready for deadlines. But I do not know how to be ready for this. What if I am never ready? I ask. Then you are never ready. And that is okay too. But something tells me this guy is different. Anyone who draws you for six weeks without saying a word is paying attention. And anyone who pays that much attention is probably willing to wait. I put my phone down. Stare at the ceiling again. His hoodie is warm around me. I pull it up to my chin. Close my eyes.

"That's him now. Ready?" No. "Sure."

It was the final round of the tournament and everyone was excited, their blood was boiling and waiting for it to start. Igris took in a deep breath of air as he stood opposite Prince Qaddrintin that had an air of arrogance around him on the ring. The air around the two of them went cold and the silence in the college only proved that everyone was eager to see who would win between the two princes. Prince Qaddrintin opened his mouth and spoke, “So your wish came true.”

He put the cakes onto the counter, flicked on the lights, and started tearing through each room, shouting, "My Luna, where are you? Don't play games with me, sorry about today, alright?" He kept calling out, voice bouncing off the walls: "My Luna, there was real something urgent today, I swear. Coming out so I can explain." He couldn't mindlink me, so he yanked his phone out of his pocket, dialing my number. "Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off. Please try again later." He called many times, the same damn voice. Back in the living room, he spotted the papers on the table. He raced over and checked it: a goddamn severance decree.

Well, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, like literally, I woke up on the floor and not on my bed, and I would like to know why, but unfortunately, you just can’t see in your sleep. Either way, I got to get up, it's Monday today which means I’ve got school, so I get ready, I put on my blue checkers pants and a white shirt of which its follower is of the color blue, it is the same material design as my pants. With my hands buried in either of my pockets, I walk out of my room and down the hallway, while coming down, I saw Alexia in front of me, I walk towards her, then as I raise my hands opening my mouth to greet her, "good-" I was halfway interrupted by her