The One Where No Ones Ready Novels & Stories

He does not blink. He says, She will come in the rain. She will use it as cover. No one will see her. No one will hear her footsteps. Marcus nods. He says, We are ready. Cameras on every corner. Men at every door. Motion sensors in the yard. I am not ready. I will never be ready. How do you prepare to face a woman who has been waiting decades to take your child? The knock comes at noon. Three slow knocks. Boom. Boom. Boom. The sound cuts through the rain like a gunshot, echoing in the quiet house.

“Later.” Later. I nod once. That’s fine. It can wait. Right now, my focus is somewhere else. There’s another Alpha out there. One I haven’t dealt with yet. One who thinks he can take what’s mine and walk away. He’s wrong. I turn back to them. “Ready?” “We are,” Zara says without hesitation. Naomi straightens and slips her phone into her pocket. “Ready.” I look between them, then nod. “Let’s go.”

Logan: Very good bro😀 Rilee: I feel so out of place SMH🙄 Big Bro: Don't worry baby. I got u Sky: Again... Get a room Hayds: Baby, calm Liz: Get a room Liz: I mean literally. Get a goom Sky: 😑😑😑😑😑😑 Noodles: Anyways!!!! Noodles: Everyone get ready and we all meet at B&W Logan: I'm not in town, just so you know. Lan: Is it odd that I'm not surprised Si: Cuz its Logan bae

It was strangely quiet in the confined space, so I tried to start a conversation to avoid awkwardness. "How about some music?" A rather melancholic tune started playing right then. 'Oh, can't you see it, baby? 'You've got me going crazy~ 'Wherever you go~ 'Whatever you do~ 'I will be right here waiting for you~' I was a little surprised that the frosty bigwig would be playing such a sentimental love song on loop. "I really didn't peg you for a fan, Mr. Graham."

ready to go. Case closed.

"Lady, we're almost here. Be ready," I'm really nervous, but there's no turning back! I'll going to see it with myself. Tribe of Picaresque, I'm on my way. So be ready. Scratched that, I myself, need to be ready. *** ©Skies Ambrielle

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.

Maybe it wasn't too late. "It's too late!" Jessica exclaimed. "It's already 2:00 a.m" Everyone's eyes landed on the clock. It was 2:10. Calvin scratched his nape. He had to prepare himself for a scolding. He was definitely going to be late for work the next day. Drinking till late and not being on time, Denver would not be happy. Jessica stood up, trying to regain her balance and strutted towards them. She put a hand on Raiden shoulder and said, "I didn't even give you my gift yet."

Jason’s name filled the screen, over and over again. “Hey, are you ready?” “I’m outside.” “Did you leave already?” “Hello??” “Are you okay?” “I’ve been waiting for 20 minutes.” “Guess you’re not coming?” Each message carried a shift in tone, from excitement to confusion, then impatience, and finally disappointment. Mixed in were a few missed calls, their timestamps making my stomach sink even further. I sat up quickly, the weight of realization hitting me all at once. I hadn’t just been late I had completely disappeared. No warning, no explanation. Just silence.

The interior was aggressively bright, illuminated by rows of humming white fluorescent tubes that exposed every scratch on the floor and every line of desperation on the faces of the two older men sitting on the plastic chairs against the wall. I walked directly up to the counter, my fingers tightening around the strap of my purse. Behind the thick, scratched window, a middle-aged woman with heavily drawn-on eyebrows and a name tag that read *Marisol* looked up from a stack of carbon-copy receipts. "Next," she said, her voice entirely flat, worn smooth by decades of witnessing the worst days of people's lives. "I need a short-term personal loan," I said, my voice sounding incredibly steady d