The One Where No One's Ready Novels & Stories

One final time. Ready or not.

Unexpectedly, just as I had completely stabilized the Borderlands, my father, who had assumed I would come crawling back to accept the arranged mating, forced his way into our mind-link. The moment our minds connected, however, his tone was unusually magnanimous. "Elara, you've made your point. Come back to the pack. Your birthday is coming up, and I've prepared a grand banquet in your honor." Deep down, a foolish sliver of hope for my father's love urged me to return. I made the journey back, only to find the banquet hall completely empty. A servant informed me that everyone, including my father, was at a lavish party Selene was hosting on the other side of the estate.

Everyone was quiet, all that could be heard was papers moving on Xavier's desk. "XAVIER COME QUICK IT'S YOUR MOTHER"

This is making me so goddamn nervous. Yes, I did join a dance squad before but that was all just for fun. I never danced in front of a lot of people nor do something in front of a stage. It's too embarrassing. I looked at Neal again and he was already staring at me. He gave me two thumbs up and smiled, making me feel relaxed. My gaze went back to the screen again when it showed a song which is 'Sorry not Sorry' by Demi Lovato. I froze on the spot when she picked the 'free-form dance'. Oh...crap?

Martin said to Stephanie as he quickly got up and get dressed Stephanie sighed, ‘Elena was too much, she is not ashamed! She did this on purpose, taking Martin slowly from me’ Stephanie kept waiting and for half an hour, Martin hadn't come back yet. Her desire is long gone, she is completely pissed off. She quickly got up from the bed and went for shower. At almost noon, Stephanie noticed that Martin hadn't come back. She missed her breakfast because she waited for Martin to have breakfast together. She was hungry, so she decided to have lunch. When she was at the dining table, she saw Barbara preparing lunch.

Who did he think he was? "Mr. Quill, am I invisible to you?" Simon stepped forward and grabbed Wilson's collar. "How dare you try to steal my bride under my very nose? Do you think my family will shrink back from a war against yours?" His words sent a shockwave through the guests. "Mr. Quill? Is he that iceberg who's uninterested in women?" "He must be! Who else would dare steal Simon Fuller's bride?" "Hurry up and take photos of them! Two heirs from top families are fighting over one woman—this is explosive news!"

When she can't explain, she can only be ready for what has to come. *************

It felt exactly like the diner during a Sunday morning rush, but the stakes were infinitely higher. I was rolled through the double doors on a squeaking gurney, my eyes fixed entirely on the stained acoustic tiles of the ceiling. "Push, Lyra! You’re right there!" Katherine’s voice was right at my ear, her small hand gripping mine with a strength I didn't know she possessed. I didn't think about the debt. I didn't think about the lack of a future. I didn't think about the man in the suit who was currently sleeping in a penthouse six miles south of this delivery room. I just gave everything I had left to the dark.

I've always been terrible with directions. No matter where I go, I end up lost. Seraphina didn't buy the whole "born this way" excuse. So she roped in my foster brother Gabriel and my childhood friend Lucas, and they decided to put me through "training." For the border patrol exercise, they drove off with the tactical SUV ahead of time, took my phone, and left me stranded alone at the subway entrance—right in the middle of gang territory. They said it was to sharpen my sense of direction. I opened my bag and found a note from Seraphina: "We've walked this escape route with you twice. I know Carone's blood will find its way to the safe house, Leah!" "We'll be waiting at the mansion." I stared

“She is ready.” Me? Ready for what?