The One Where No Ones Ready Novels & Stories

This is just insane. **********

"Waiting for us to merge. Waiting for us to be... ready." Ready for what? The screen blinks one last time. PREPARE FOR UPLINK.

Everyone in the room freezes in panic and fear. “They’ll be at the barrier by nightfall,” the scout manages before collapsing on the floor. War is no longer coming. It’s here. *** *Akin* I walk through the castle to find Maerilee, disconcerted by the quiet I find. It isn’t a comforting sort of quiet at all. Everyone is off somewhere preparing for the impending war, and there’s a deep tension and fear in this silence. I left the soldiers who were all pretending to be ready for what’s to come, but we all know the truth. We have no chance at winning this war. We all know it deep down in our bones.

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.

“Why are you being so harsh?” “I am surely harsh!” Mona’s eyes were full of disdain. “Nancy! You’re just a humble slave, while I am the daughter of Beta, the Alpha family’s designated next Luna! How humble you are! Dreaming to stand next to me? Letting you kowtow to me is already a compliment!” Mona pretended to loosen her grip. “I’ll count to three; if you don’t kowtow, I’ll smash it.” “One, two—”

"Rosamund, I need your help with something." By 10:00 am the next day, Rosamund stood at the airport, tears welling in her eyes as she watched Maude leave. Before the plane lifted off, Orson's family group chat blew up with messages. "Orson's phone is off. What's going on, Maude? Where are you?" "All the guests have arrived. We're waiting for you two!" "Orson, the wedding's about to start. Please behave and don't get distracted by Maude's antics."

Since I first heard that song, my soul screamed to dance it with the one person who made me feel like this. —When you're so in love (oh, when you're so in love) And your souls touch (oh!) But it's still not enough Where does it go? (Whoa, hey) Where does it go? Nobody knows (hey, nobody) Where the love goes —And that was Nobody Knows. So why not end with a kiss? After all, not everything can be perfect, not everything can have a happy ending. And that's exactly what the damn, stupid phone wanted to interrupt, making us pull apart.

Ready For It - Taylor Swift 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 I just sit stiff, watching these two guys struggle. Although there is no resistance from the opponents below. David was completely resigned when Gerald bombed his body. Even so, I'd be a little supportive if David made Gerald's head spin a little bit. Gerald's gone too far!

“Over and yes im ready over” “Good now shut up and get on with it, we go in 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1…” ‘Boooooooom’

Something I might not be ready to face. ***