The Right Move Novels & Stories

The right side of Captain Fossil's house complete. All of it moving. All of it becoming. At the speed of real things. The correct speed. Not more. Not less. Just right. ---

“I know it’s fast, considering we just got back together not that long ago, but it’s also long overdue. Molly – will you marry me?” She felt herself crying but before she could do anything, he reached up and wiped away her tears. She took a deep breath and said, “Yes, but on two conditions.” “Anything,” he said happily. “One – we are both upfront and honest with each other about everything,” she said squeezing his hand. “Absolutely,” he agreed. “And two – you move back in.” He smiled sheepishly. “I was actually hoping you would move in with me,” he said. “My place has two bedrooms,” he smiled up at her slyly. “We can maybe start working on a roommate. If you’re up for it.”

The man who had promised to love me and had spent four years breaking me instead. He was out there somewhere. Planning. Waiting. But I was done waiting for him to make the first move. Tomorrow, I would walk into that festival and I would not look over my shoulder. Tomorrow, I will take back what was mine. Please, I prayed silently, to no one and everyone. Please let tomorrow go smoothly. Please let me have this one thing. Beside me, Cameron stirred and pulled me closer. "Stop thinking," he mumbled against my hair. "I can't." "You can. Close your eyes." I closed my eyes. And I prayed again.

“Hello, Mrs. Right.” “‘Oh, Max, I heard from Billie you were back in town, but I only just found out you and Liam are seeing each other. Of course, I haven’t seen you in years, but unless you’ve changed a great deal, you were like a second daughter to us when you lived next door.’” Maxima felt emotion swell in her chest. “Oh, Mrs. Right, I feel the same way. I mean, you were always so nice to me, exactly like a second mother.”

"Now." As they sped out of the hotel, neither of them saw Margaret put down her glasses and reached for her phone in a car across the street. She said, "They're moving." "Follow them." The stakes were bigger than ever as the game changed. She and Carson were running fast to get to the daycare, but they had no idea that a storm was coming.

He then looked at his bodyguards and gave them a look. The bodyguards understood at once and threw Noah to the side, far away from Asher. "Get out of his sight. How dare you stop Mr. Princeton's car just because you felt like it? Get lost!" The black Bentley then revved up its engine before disappearing down the road, leaving Noah behind in the wake of its dust. I later learned that everyone in the racing industry heard about how Noah forced me to give up my winning spot to Quincy after the organizers apologized for their mistake on social media. They were simply appalled by his attitude after learning about his true colors.

*** ### The Counter Revealed The entity tilted its head. *** And the world shifted with it. *** *You divide function across two anchors.* *** Its voice wasn’t sound. *** It was alignment. *** Raven stepped forward. *** “And you’re trying to correct that.” *** *Yes.* *** Simple. *** Cold. *** ### The First Move It moved— *** Or didn’t. *** Suddenly— it was in front of them. *** Victoria reacted instantly— stepping to intercept— *** But she landed— wrong.

That afternoon, Alice Brown hurried over in small, quick steps to practice driving. She was wearing her dance outfit, a white practice suit with a short skirt that hugged her figure closely, showing all her curves. She bent over and knocked on the car window. "Hey, Mr. Woods. Sorry, I'm late. I was just in dance class." Her dance outfit had a deep neckline, and when she bent over, it was hard not to notice the fullness contained inside. I opened the passenger door and smiled. "Took you a while. Hurry up and get in."

Even though their pace remained a steady, deliberate walk, it felt like they were moving with impossible speed, eating up the distance between us. I stood up hastily. The sudden movement, combined with the sheer panic flooding my system, caused a massive wave of dizziness to hit me. The room tilted. I shook my head violently, fighting the black spots at the edges of my vision, and turned toward the dark hallway at the back of the lounge.

Both women moved a little closer to Marilyn without making it obvious, their bodies tense and ready. Marilyn, however, did not step back. She looked at Sarah with quiet confusion, then mild irritation, because she honestly had no idea what game the woman was playing. “I think,” Sarah said again, her voice soft enough to sound polite, “you’re at the wrong engagement.” Marilyn blinked once. “Excuse me?” Sarah smiled wider, the expression carefully crafted to appear concerned. “This is a private event. I’m sure you understand that not everyone can just walk into a place like this because they managed to get dressed nicely.”